<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804797872243664431</id><updated>2012-01-11T23:31:53.125-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Day, A New Thing</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06339396589474517550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u1qOAouFJC0/Sw9Y3TLPYII/AAAAAAAAADo/Xq768wMdrUA/S220/i00043.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>128</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804797872243664431.post-329798611927886208</id><published>2010-07-11T00:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T00:23:23.249-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mustaches</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u1qOAouFJC0/TDlUy7jqovI/AAAAAAAAAFA/XHRTz49xy90/s1600/awesome%21.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="146" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u1qOAouFJC0/TDlUy7jqovI/AAAAAAAAAFA/XHRTz49xy90/s200/awesome%21.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love mustaches. They are so beautiful! Especially when they are all weird like the ones in that picture. I found this cool blog that is about mustaches and just thought I would share because mustaches are just too awesome to not talk about. &lt;a href="http://mustachesofthenineteenthcentury.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://mustachesofthenineteenthcentury.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804797872243664431-329798611927886208?l=anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/feeds/329798611927886208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804797872243664431&amp;postID=329798611927886208&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/329798611927886208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/329798611927886208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/2010/07/mustaches.html' title='Mustaches'/><author><name>Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06339396589474517550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u1qOAouFJC0/Sw9Y3TLPYII/AAAAAAAAADo/Xq768wMdrUA/S220/i00043.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u1qOAouFJC0/TDlUy7jqovI/AAAAAAAAAFA/XHRTz49xy90/s72-c/awesome%21.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804797872243664431.post-7942534413030196809</id><published>2010-05-20T20:42:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T00:27:04.892-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Day in Crayon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u1qOAouFJC0/S_XlEvOASnI/AAAAAAAAAEo/j29wLVi8wWs/s1600/Day1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u1qOAouFJC0/S_XlEvOASnI/AAAAAAAAAEo/j29wLVi8wWs/s320/Day1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I am starting a new blog. I would love all of my followers to check it out. I decided to start something a little more low key but just as fun. I am drawing my cool days in crayon and showing them. I also will give the opportunity for anyone who wants to share there day in crayon to be posted. Come check it out at &lt;a href="http://mydayincrayon.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://mydayincrayon.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804797872243664431-7942534413030196809?l=anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/feeds/7942534413030196809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804797872243664431&amp;postID=7942534413030196809&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/7942534413030196809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/7942534413030196809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-day-in-crayon.html' title='My Day in Crayon'/><author><name>Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06339396589474517550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u1qOAouFJC0/Sw9Y3TLPYII/AAAAAAAAADo/Xq768wMdrUA/S220/i00043.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u1qOAouFJC0/S_XlEvOASnI/AAAAAAAAAEo/j29wLVi8wWs/s72-c/Day1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804797872243664431.post-7826115055758531325</id><published>2010-01-21T21:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T21:00:37.200-06:00</updated><title type='text'>FAIL!</title><content type='html'>To tell you the truth I feel like a failure about this blog. I didn't keep up and it just piled up on me. It became more of a stressful thing than a fun thing. I haven't been able to even look at it again until now. I hope to start a new project soon and maybe even start doing something new again! Thank you so much for following me. I really apprecitate it. I will still be writing here just probably&amp;nbsp; not every day until I am not as stressed out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804797872243664431-7826115055758531325?l=anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/feeds/7826115055758531325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804797872243664431&amp;postID=7826115055758531325&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/7826115055758531325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/7826115055758531325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/2010/01/fail.html' title='FAIL!'/><author><name>Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06339396589474517550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u1qOAouFJC0/Sw9Y3TLPYII/AAAAAAAAADo/Xq768wMdrUA/S220/i00043.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804797872243664431.post-3454625033857266537</id><published>2010-01-02T00:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T00:51:52.450-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Behind on Posts!</title><content type='html'>I am so behind! I am so sorry! I really need to be more consistant. I am having a hard time remembering what I did new some of the days! I can't believe I am slacking off so much. Anyways I am writing for Tuesday and Wednesday and tomorrow I will write about the other days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday- My mom decided that she wanted to have a Christmas party after Christmas day because not many people are busy so she put on a 5th day of Christmas party. It would have been a fairly normal party with people from the church and our neighbours but my friend Bri came. She had the idea to have an epic battle with my little brother's toy knights. We lined them up very carefully then chucked them at each other. We only broke 2 of the knights so I consider it a victory!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday- I love Ikea! I think it is one of the best ways to spend a lazy afternoon. While at Ikea I had to get something ahead of our group and while walking back I felt lonely. I decied to look very confident while I walked and that slowly evolved into me doing a super model walk across Ikea. I have no idea if people even noticed because I had my face straight foward like I had a mission and no one could get in my way. It was so much fun though. Feeling confident is always a good thing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804797872243664431-3454625033857266537?l=anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/feeds/3454625033857266537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804797872243664431&amp;postID=3454625033857266537&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/3454625033857266537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/3454625033857266537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/2010/01/behind-on-posts.html' title='Behind on Posts!'/><author><name>Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06339396589474517550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u1qOAouFJC0/Sw9Y3TLPYII/AAAAAAAAADo/Xq768wMdrUA/S220/i00043.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804797872243664431.post-4410220339712437131</id><published>2009-12-28T23:57:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T23:59:24.411-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Thought!</title><content type='html'>I found this website that is full of crazy thoughts to ponder. I think that is so cool because I love to ponder things. I find this really intresting because I mean I have braces so if I die are they going to stay on me eternally. I decided to ponder about &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Do they bury people with their braces on? &lt;/span&gt;I find this really intresting because I mean I have braces so if I die are they going to stay on me eternally. That would be awful! In fact since I really have no idea the answer I have decided to write a letter telling my parents that if I die I would like my braces removed! Oh wow I just realized this is not the best thing to ponder right before going to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.crazythoughts.com/"&gt;http://www.crazythoughts.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804797872243664431-4410220339712437131?l=anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/feeds/4410220339712437131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804797872243664431&amp;postID=4410220339712437131&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/4410220339712437131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/4410220339712437131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/2009/12/crazy-thought.html' title='Crazy Thought!'/><author><name>Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06339396589474517550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u1qOAouFJC0/Sw9Y3TLPYII/AAAAAAAAADo/Xq768wMdrUA/S220/i00043.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804797872243664431.post-3347930446640407063</id><published>2009-12-28T23:53:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T23:53:20.212-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday! :P Yet agian!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I managed to stay up the latest I ever have before! 7 o clock! I know that isn't exactally all on that day but I think it counts! I watch Gilmore Girls and when I realized the sun was coming up I went to bed. It felt pretty good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804797872243664431-3347930446640407063?l=anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/feeds/3347930446640407063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804797872243664431&amp;postID=3347930446640407063&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/3347930446640407063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/3347930446640407063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/2009/12/yesterday-p-yet-agian.html' title='Yesterday! :P Yet agian!'/><author><name>Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06339396589474517550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u1qOAouFJC0/Sw9Y3TLPYII/AAAAAAAAADo/Xq768wMdrUA/S220/i00043.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804797872243664431.post-3148723312228239080</id><published>2009-12-28T00:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T00:07:53.622-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rabbit Delight</title><content type='html'>Yes I am late writing this once again! Sorry! If you are wondering my title does not imply I was eating rabbit because I find that idea horrifying and repulsing. I made a super fancy dinner for my bunnies. I am quite proud of it too! I got out pretty bowls and filled the bottom with the normal rabbit pellets they need to get their nutrition but of course I had to add some yumminess. I put four pieces of lettuce around the edges. I filled the center with finely chopped apples and celery. Then I surronded the edges with slices of apple so it looked like a flower and I topped it off with some herbs. It was quite beautiful and I am very proud! I will post pictures sometime soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804797872243664431-3148723312228239080?l=anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/feeds/3148723312228239080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804797872243664431&amp;postID=3148723312228239080&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/3148723312228239080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/3148723312228239080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/2009/12/rabbit-delight.html' title='Rabbit Delight'/><author><name>Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06339396589474517550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u1qOAouFJC0/Sw9Y3TLPYII/AAAAAAAAADo/Xq768wMdrUA/S220/i00043.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804797872243664431.post-6048221070014800487</id><published>2009-12-25T23:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T23:26:23.002-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ping Pong Christmas</title><content type='html'>Merry Christmas everyone! I hope you had a really wonderful Christmas Day. For Christmas my grandfather and aunt got my family a ping pong table. We played with it all day! My favourite thing was that we played ping pong backwards. We stood with our backs to the net and akwardly help our arms. I had the advantage because I could see what the ball was doing from the reflection in the garage door window. It still didn't turn out to be a very graceful game of ping pong. It was really fun though. Merry Christmas!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804797872243664431-6048221070014800487?l=anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/feeds/6048221070014800487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804797872243664431&amp;postID=6048221070014800487&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/6048221070014800487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/6048221070014800487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/2009/12/ping-pong-christmas.html' title='Ping Pong Christmas'/><author><name>Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06339396589474517550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u1qOAouFJC0/Sw9Y3TLPYII/AAAAAAAAADo/Xq768wMdrUA/S220/i00043.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804797872243664431.post-2334294042527195847</id><published>2009-12-25T01:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T01:29:23.726-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Candle Disaster</title><content type='html'>Well I wouldn't say it was a total disaster but I wouldn't have wanted it to happen. Today I had to acolyte for the Christmas Eve service at my chruch. I don't know if you know what an acolyte is but they are the people helping the preist/pastor in the white robes. Or atleast they wear white robes at my church. I have never done it for Christmas before and they do stuff differently. One of the things was helping lighting the candles during the song Silent Night. I had to go and light peoples candles so they could spread it to their row of pews. I am a little clumsy and my flame was a little to big. I tripped a little trying to light someones candle and almost lit their shirt on fire. Oh the joys of bing a Preachers Kid! :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804797872243664431-2334294042527195847?l=anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/feeds/2334294042527195847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804797872243664431&amp;postID=2334294042527195847&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/2334294042527195847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/2334294042527195847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/2009/12/candle-disaster.html' title='Candle Disaster'/><author><name>Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06339396589474517550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u1qOAouFJC0/Sw9Y3TLPYII/AAAAAAAAADo/Xq768wMdrUA/S220/i00043.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804797872243664431.post-8359985385057546610</id><published>2009-12-25T01:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T01:20:42.394-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugly Outfits</title><content type='html'>My friend and I were stuck in a clothing store for a little too long on Wednesday. We were waiting for her mom to pick us up and we got a little bored. So to entertain ourselves we found the ugliest outfits possible. We matched an ugly rainbow skirt with a borwnish and greenish and pukeish coloured plad shirt and a shimmery gold jacket. Then we started finding more outfits. We found about 5 really ugly out fits and hung them around the store. It was very enertianing and I would highly suggest it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804797872243664431-8359985385057546610?l=anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/feeds/8359985385057546610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804797872243664431&amp;postID=8359985385057546610&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/8359985385057546610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/8359985385057546610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/2009/12/ugly-outfits.html' title='Ugly Outfits'/><author><name>Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06339396589474517550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u1qOAouFJC0/Sw9Y3TLPYII/AAAAAAAAADo/Xq768wMdrUA/S220/i00043.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804797872243664431.post-6285021187753635302</id><published>2009-12-25T01:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T01:13:03.512-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Homemade Game</title><content type='html'>Sorry my internet was down forever! I didn't know how hard it is to function without internet for me! Anyways on Tuesday I played a game that my friend made. It was a survival game that is like you are one a trail to explore the USA during the Manifest Destiny time. It was suprisingly fun. You had to get certain nessesities such as baskets, animals, food.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804797872243664431-6285021187753635302?l=anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/feeds/6285021187753635302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804797872243664431&amp;postID=6285021187753635302&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/6285021187753635302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/6285021187753635302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/2009/12/homemade-game.html' title='Homemade Game'/><author><name>Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06339396589474517550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u1qOAouFJC0/Sw9Y3TLPYII/AAAAAAAAADo/Xq768wMdrUA/S220/i00043.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804797872243664431.post-2415808854411284948</id><published>2009-12-21T01:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T01:15:29.049-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Avatar</title><content type='html'>Sorry I wrote this a bit to late so the date is wrong! :P I think I am just having trouble doing anything right! Oh well. Today I went to see Avatar. I wouldn't use something that sounds so simple as my new thing but Avatar was pretty epic. I am in love with that movie. It was undescribabily (don't laugh my spell check won't work) good. The only bad thing was that I got there to late and all that was left was the bottom 3 rows. I was kind of off to the side and on the second row. For a normal movie that would have been fine but it made the graphics in this kind of funny. That aside I still thought it was an AMAZING movie. Now if only my neck would stop hurting from having to look straight up for 3 hours!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804797872243664431-2415808854411284948?l=anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/feeds/2415808854411284948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804797872243664431&amp;postID=2415808854411284948&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/2415808854411284948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/2415808854411284948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/2009/12/avatar.html' title='Avatar'/><author><name>Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06339396589474517550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u1qOAouFJC0/Sw9Y3TLPYII/AAAAAAAAADo/Xq768wMdrUA/S220/i00043.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804797872243664431.post-1932372008148474621</id><published>2009-12-19T23:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T23:45:01.432-06:00</updated><title type='text'>BLAH</title><content type='html'>Sorry I didn't write yesterday. To tell you the truth. I thought about writing but I really didn't feel like it. I guess I am feeling a little unmotivated. I just don't really think it is worth it sometimes. Well I did do something new yesterday I went to a party that I was the only one to show up. It was kind of sad. When I was there my friend got me caught on Glimore Girls. It is a really good show. In fact that is what my new thing today is. Because I was feeling so blah, I decided to do nothing but watch Glimore Girls. I spent up to 5 in the morning last night watching it. Then I slept until 2 and started watching again. I managed to watch the whole first season in 24 hours! I feel much better now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804797872243664431-1932372008148474621?l=anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/feeds/1932372008148474621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804797872243664431&amp;postID=1932372008148474621&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/1932372008148474621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/1932372008148474621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/2009/12/blah.html' title='BLAH'/><author><name>Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06339396589474517550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u1qOAouFJC0/Sw9Y3TLPYII/AAAAAAAAADo/Xq768wMdrUA/S220/i00043.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804797872243664431.post-3459069134157864549</id><published>2009-12-17T22:40:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T22:40:24.923-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Crayon Tatoo</title><content type='html'>Today I tried to colour on myself with crayons. It is not very easy. First I had to jab myself with the crayon and then it didn't even turn out showing up all that well. The only thing that really worked is my glittery crayon which left a tiny trace of blue and some sparkles. This was kind of lame. I wish it worked because I love crayons and that would give them even more cool points. I guess I will just have to accept crayons for the way they are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804797872243664431-3459069134157864549?l=anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/feeds/3459069134157864549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804797872243664431&amp;postID=3459069134157864549&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/3459069134157864549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/3459069134157864549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/2009/12/crayon-tatoo.html' title='Crayon Tatoo'/><author><name>Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06339396589474517550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u1qOAouFJC0/Sw9Y3TLPYII/AAAAAAAAADo/Xq768wMdrUA/S220/i00043.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804797872243664431.post-7436592657820850779</id><published>2009-12-17T08:11:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T01:24:01.327-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hanukkah</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I celebrated Hanukkah for the first time. I am sorry I didn't write about it. I totally forgot. I can't write know but I will after school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT! Sorry it took me forever to write about it... I kind of forgot! SORRY! Well my Hanukkah was really good. Before I didn't really know what Hanukkah really was but now I think it is pretty cool. My brother suggested that we celebrate it so I just went with it. My family all ate together and we lit our "manorah" with really isn't one it is just 9 candles with the middle one higher than the others. My mom found a colouring book about Hanukkah to give to me. This may sound silly to you but I LOVE colouring. So I got to get out my gaint thing of crayons and I coloured the Hanukkah pictures in rainbow colours. I think I made them look quite beautiful. I gave my pictures to my friend who is Jewish as her Hanukkah present. When I gave her my picture of rainbow Mackabee on a rainbow horse all she could say was "Wow, you are really weird!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804797872243664431-7436592657820850779?l=anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/feeds/7436592657820850779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804797872243664431&amp;postID=7436592657820850779&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/7436592657820850779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/7436592657820850779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/2009/12/hanukkah.html' title='Hanukkah'/><author><name>Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06339396589474517550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u1qOAouFJC0/Sw9Y3TLPYII/AAAAAAAAADo/Xq768wMdrUA/S220/i00043.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804797872243664431.post-1207164177909263466</id><published>2009-12-15T22:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T22:20:33.469-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hide and Seek Rabbit</title><content type='html'>Today I was playing with my friends rabbit that I am pet sitting. She was running around my garage. It soon developed to a game of hide and seek. She would hide in the boxes and wait for me to come by then she would pop out. It was so cute. She was doing binkies which is what rabbits do when they are happy. It was the most fun I have ever had with a rabbit and I have had a lot of experince with them since I have had 17. She also liked to play the xylophone she would run up and down it. This created a nice light and pretty noise. It was quite suprising!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804797872243664431-1207164177909263466?l=anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/feeds/1207164177909263466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804797872243664431&amp;postID=1207164177909263466&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/1207164177909263466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/1207164177909263466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/2009/12/hide-and-seek-rabbit.html' title='Hide and Seek Rabbit'/><author><name>Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06339396589474517550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u1qOAouFJC0/Sw9Y3TLPYII/AAAAAAAAADo/Xq768wMdrUA/S220/i00043.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804797872243664431.post-1526092327369971548</id><published>2009-12-14T22:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T22:23:04.127-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mystery Google</title><content type='html'>Today I went on mystery google. When I typed in "You are awesome I love you!" my result came up to email an aweosme person so ofcourse I had to email them. I asked them something new to do and they didn't respond to my question but they did respond saying they were from Australia. I feel accomplished having randomly emailed someone in australia! That is what made me think... This will be my new thing! I feel oddly happy and entertained ever though it is such a small thing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804797872243664431-1526092327369971548?l=anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/feeds/1526092327369971548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804797872243664431&amp;postID=1526092327369971548&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/1526092327369971548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/1526092327369971548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/2009/12/mystery-google.html' title='Mystery Google'/><author><name>Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06339396589474517550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u1qOAouFJC0/Sw9Y3TLPYII/AAAAAAAAADo/Xq768wMdrUA/S220/i00043.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804797872243664431.post-2607278585235313697</id><published>2009-12-13T22:29:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T22:29:40.177-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Record Bowls</title><content type='html'>Today I learned how to make bowls out of old records. First we went to the thrift store and picked out ones with cool paper around the inner ring. My favourite one was blue and said "Epic" in rainbow letters. Another good one had a caterpillar on it! To make it so you can shape the records you have put them in the oven. I had trouble deciding at the right time to take it out because it is bad to under or over cook it. Then I shaped it around a bowl while it was all flimsy and it dries really fast. On mine I made a big bowl out of regular sized records and then a small one out of those tiny looking records. I put the small one on the bottom of the big one facing the oposite direction so it is like a stand for it. I will post pictures of my creation soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804797872243664431-2607278585235313697?l=anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/feeds/2607278585235313697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804797872243664431&amp;postID=2607278585235313697&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/2607278585235313697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/2607278585235313697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/2009/12/record-bowls.html' title='Record Bowls'/><author><name>Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06339396589474517550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u1qOAouFJC0/Sw9Y3TLPYII/AAAAAAAAADo/Xq768wMdrUA/S220/i00043.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804797872243664431.post-7548403924874510059</id><published>2009-12-13T02:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T02:14:04.384-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bottled Awesomeness</title><content type='html'>Today I spent the day with my friend Rayne who is bottled awesomeness. Whenever we are together for even a short while we think of something awesome to do. Today we went antique shopping around the square in my small town. We did a lot of things but I am writing this at 2 in the morning and I just woke up from watching a boring movie so I can't really think of anything... I can think of dancing on a street corner. As we were waiting to cross a street my brother started singing a beat. I couldn't help but sway back and forth. Then I had the brilliant idea of dancing around and waving as people passed. It was the main road so there were so many people. It was so awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804797872243664431-7548403924874510059?l=anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/feeds/7548403924874510059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804797872243664431&amp;postID=7548403924874510059&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/7548403924874510059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/7548403924874510059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/2009/12/bottled-awesomeness.html' title='Bottled Awesomeness'/><author><name>Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06339396589474517550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u1qOAouFJC0/Sw9Y3TLPYII/AAAAAAAAADo/Xq768wMdrUA/S220/i00043.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804797872243664431.post-5295496671162931784</id><published>2009-12-12T00:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T00:18:45.241-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stolen Phone</title><content type='html'>Today I took my friend's phone she accidentally dropped on the ground. It was after school and I live close to the school so I just took off running. She tried to follow after me but I am&amp;nbsp;a pretty fast runner when I want to be. I did get a guilty consience after awhile and came back... I was not guilty enough to actually give it to her though. As she was trying to get it from me her mom pulled up... Her mom is scary. I love her but when she is mad you never know what she will make you do. She runs a private school so she knows how to handle disapline. She is one of those awesome people but you don't want to get htem mad. As soon as I saw her I gave up all my efforts and gave up the phone. It was a pretty epic 30 min of my life and it was the first time I have ever stolen a phone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804797872243664431-5295496671162931784?l=anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/feeds/5295496671162931784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804797872243664431&amp;postID=5295496671162931784&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/5295496671162931784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/5295496671162931784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/2009/12/stolen-phone.html' title='Stolen Phone'/><author><name>Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06339396589474517550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u1qOAouFJC0/Sw9Y3TLPYII/AAAAAAAAADo/Xq768wMdrUA/S220/i00043.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804797872243664431.post-5092109359756937563</id><published>2009-12-10T22:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T22:11:00.964-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Throwing/Kicking/Running Over with Car/Throwing out Windows Time!</title><content type='html'>My spanish professor is crazy! There are a lot of reasons but one of them is that he won't accept our workbooks unless they look "used" All the people in my spanish class decided to band together and mess up our workbooks so they would look "used" First we kicked them up and down the hallways. Then I had the idea over chucking them down the stairs. My friend offered to run them over with her car and of course I agreed. It was awesome watching it squish under the tires. That beat them up pretty good but when my brother had the idea to throw them out the third story window we decided to do it! I hate learning spanish and I had just gotten out of doing my exam I was cramming for (which by the way the cramming didn't help me out too much...) so I was pretty angry and stressed. Throwing books out the window is a very stress relieving thing. I would suggest it for any of you who have stress. The splat at the end was epic awesomeness!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804797872243664431-5092109359756937563?l=anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/feeds/5092109359756937563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804797872243664431&amp;postID=5092109359756937563&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/5092109359756937563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/5092109359756937563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/2009/12/throwingkickingrunning-over-with.html' title='Throwing/Kicking/Running Over with Car/Throwing out Windows Time!'/><author><name>Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06339396589474517550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u1qOAouFJC0/Sw9Y3TLPYII/AAAAAAAAADo/Xq768wMdrUA/S220/i00043.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804797872243664431.post-2527929748394308442</id><published>2009-12-09T22:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T22:49:10.023-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cramming</title><content type='html'>Today is a new experience... CRAMMING! I have never really had to study before but I am taking my first college final exam tomorrow. I really regret saving everything to do until the last day. It really stinks. I really like Chemistry but this is making me hate it. I have to read half of a textbook that I have no idea what it is talking about. I feel sorry for myself! I got to go study more....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804797872243664431-2527929748394308442?l=anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/feeds/2527929748394308442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804797872243664431&amp;postID=2527929748394308442&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/2527929748394308442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/2527929748394308442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/2009/12/cramming.html' title='Cramming'/><author><name>Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06339396589474517550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u1qOAouFJC0/Sw9Y3TLPYII/AAAAAAAAADo/Xq768wMdrUA/S220/i00043.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804797872243664431.post-2179299046752782996</id><published>2009-12-08T22:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T22:39:41.440-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Newspaper Tubes</title><content type='html'>I am a part of a group called Destionation Imagination. It is a problem solving and acting competition. The challenge my team chose requires us to make a strcture out of newpaper that can hold the most weight possible. The problem there is that the structrue can only be made out of newspaper. Today my team came over to my house to try to make strong poles out of newspaper to build with. I got to make newspaper paste and put it in a mold to make a pole. It was so gooy and fun to play with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804797872243664431-2179299046752782996?l=anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/feeds/2179299046752782996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804797872243664431&amp;postID=2179299046752782996&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/2179299046752782996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/2179299046752782996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/2009/12/newspaper-tubes.html' title='Newspaper Tubes'/><author><name>Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06339396589474517550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u1qOAouFJC0/Sw9Y3TLPYII/AAAAAAAAADo/Xq768wMdrUA/S220/i00043.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804797872243664431.post-2487559408551197388</id><published>2009-12-07T22:26:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T09:45:12.597-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Math in a British Accent</title><content type='html'>Today I did my&amp;nbsp;math homework while speaking in a british accent. Geometry has the tendincy to get VERY boring. I was entertained by it for a long time. The annoying thing is that I still couldn't understand any of it so I am pretty sure I a made a really bad grade. I wish my teacher would teach in a British accent. It would be so much easier to keep my attention on her if she did. That would be so cool. I guess I am going to have to keep on doing it on my own.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804797872243664431-2487559408551197388?l=anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/feeds/2487559408551197388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804797872243664431&amp;postID=2487559408551197388&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/2487559408551197388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/2487559408551197388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/2009/12/math-in-british-accent.html' title='Math in a British Accent'/><author><name>Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06339396589474517550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u1qOAouFJC0/Sw9Y3TLPYII/AAAAAAAAADo/Xq768wMdrUA/S220/i00043.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804797872243664431.post-6384912370383167482</id><published>2009-12-06T21:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T21:52:41.532-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Geocaching</title><content type='html'>Today I signed up to start &lt;a href="http://www.geocaching.com/"&gt;Geocaching&lt;/a&gt;. I think this is going to be an amazing hobby! It is like a treasure hunt but you replace what you take. You go on a hunt to find them and then you sign the log to tell they you were there and talk about your journey even if it wasn't very interesting. Then you take something from the box and replace it with something that is equal or greater quality. There is a movie that is out about it called &lt;a href="http://www.splinterheadsthemovie.com/"&gt;Splinterheads&lt;/a&gt;. I think it is kind of an indie film because I can't find a theater near me that has it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804797872243664431-6384912370383167482?l=anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/feeds/6384912370383167482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804797872243664431&amp;postID=6384912370383167482&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/6384912370383167482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/6384912370383167482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/2009/12/geocaching.html' title='Geocaching'/><author><name>Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06339396589474517550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u1qOAouFJC0/Sw9Y3TLPYII/AAAAAAAAADo/Xq768wMdrUA/S220/i00043.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804797872243664431.post-2904578717705824531</id><published>2009-12-06T21:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T21:35:24.918-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone at Camp</title><content type='html'>This weekend I was at a TSA (Technology Students Association) Leadership conference. We were at a camp so unfurtunetly I was not able to my write my blog. That does not mean I didn't do anything new because I did quite a few new things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Thursday, Dec. 4th- I unsuccessfully tried to update my blog on an iPhone. I found out that iPhones don't like blogger! I let me get to my site but it wouldn't let me type anything. This hints my problem to not being able to write for the past couple of days. It was also my first time to go to Kerrville, TX which is a really beautiful place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Friday, Dec. 5th- At the camp there was one trail in the woods that everyone walked about a billion times. My friends and I decided to come up with ways to make it more intresting. One thing we did was pretend to be airplanes when crossing bridges, sound effects and all. My favourite thing though was playing Marco Polo with people who didn't know they were playing. Whenever someone heard another group of people coming (or just randomly felt like it) they would scream MARCO and we would wait to see if some random person would catch on and reply POLO! It worked quite well and we even heard someone else reandomly scream Marco and we were the ones to scream Polo back. It was so cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Saturday, Dec. 6th- It was our last day at camp and we knew we had to do somekind of prank on the guys in our school but it was after curfew and we didn't want to get in trouble so instead we came up with a brilliant plan. All the girls got together and we pranked our own cabin. We put toilet paper hanging everywhere and stacked all the mattresses all over the room. Then we went up to the guys and started getting VERY angry pretending we thought they had pranked it. We even got our advisor in on the prank. She told them they had to clean it all up. One they cleaned everything they uncovered a message under the last mattress. We had written HAHA :) in pads and tampons and they finally realized that we weren't the ones being pranked they were! It was so awesome!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804797872243664431-2904578717705824531?l=anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/feeds/2904578717705824531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804797872243664431&amp;postID=2904578717705824531&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/2904578717705824531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/2904578717705824531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/2009/12/gone-at-camp.html' title='Gone at Camp'/><author><name>Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06339396589474517550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u1qOAouFJC0/Sw9Y3TLPYII/AAAAAAAAADo/Xq768wMdrUA/S220/i00043.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804797872243664431.post-3855110135184368131</id><published>2009-12-02T23:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T23:46:16.818-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Zazzle!</title><content type='html'>Today I designed my own shoes! It was hard to get my computer to work with it but after that it was very simple and fun! I designed kind of ugly shoes but that is okay! I designed them on zazzle.ca I could buy the shoes I made but I would have to pay 72.65 and I don't think I want to pay that much for a pair of ugly shoes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u1qOAouFJC0/SxdQhQlFygI/AAAAAAAAAEI/uZemZ3vaYeo/s1600-h/designer+shoes%21.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u1qOAouFJC0/SxdQhQlFygI/AAAAAAAAAEI/uZemZ3vaYeo/s320/designer+shoes%21.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804797872243664431-3855110135184368131?l=anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/feeds/3855110135184368131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804797872243664431&amp;postID=3855110135184368131&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/3855110135184368131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/3855110135184368131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/2009/12/zazzle.html' title='Zazzle!'/><author><name>Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06339396589474517550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u1qOAouFJC0/Sw9Y3TLPYII/AAAAAAAAADo/Xq768wMdrUA/S220/i00043.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u1qOAouFJC0/SxdQhQlFygI/AAAAAAAAAEI/uZemZ3vaYeo/s72-c/designer+shoes%21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804797872243664431.post-7572157397200613382</id><published>2009-12-01T22:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T22:17:02.547-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Save the Words</title><content type='html'>Today I checked out this really cool website &lt;a href="http://savethewords.org/"&gt;Save The Words&lt;/a&gt; It is an orginazation that premotes using words that have been dropped by the English language. Why would you want to use old words you may queritate? Well as we are loosing words we are loosing words that can communicate what we need to say. Aren't there those times when all the words you can think of seem vappous and you need a word that fits just right? Well there probably was the perfect word for your feeling at one point but someone thought the word wasn't important enough. I mean, can you imagine how high the number on the word's odynometer must be after you drop it from the English language! I am sure you can figure out which words I adopted that I used through out the post. If you would like to know what they mean look them up! Also I encourage you to adopt your own word!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804797872243664431-7572157397200613382?l=anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/feeds/7572157397200613382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804797872243664431&amp;postID=7572157397200613382&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/7572157397200613382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/7572157397200613382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/2009/12/save-words.html' title='Save the Words'/><author><name>Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06339396589474517550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u1qOAouFJC0/Sw9Y3TLPYII/AAAAAAAAADo/Xq768wMdrUA/S220/i00043.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804797872243664431.post-3410593797830882453</id><published>2009-11-30T20:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T20:08:15.146-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Google Search</title><content type='html'>Today I decided to ask different search engines what to do. I typed in "what do you do when you can't think of anything new to do but you really need something new to do to write about in your blog?" Google brought me to http://stuffwhitepeoplelike.com/ When I typed it in yahoo it brought me to some weird blog site. Dogpile brought me to a site that talked about what to do when you can't think of anything to write about. I liked Google's answer the best!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804797872243664431-3410593797830882453?l=anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/feeds/3410593797830882453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804797872243664431&amp;postID=3410593797830882453&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/3410593797830882453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/3410593797830882453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/2009/11/google-search.html' title='Google Search'/><author><name>Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06339396589474517550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u1qOAouFJC0/Sw9Y3TLPYII/AAAAAAAAADo/Xq768wMdrUA/S220/i00043.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804797872243664431.post-8650365839149520828</id><published>2009-11-29T23:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T23:01:42.302-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pizza Crust</title><content type='html'>Today I learned how to make homemade pizza crust! It was so cool! My favourite part was leaving it to rise and coming back and it being HUGE. I knew it would rise but not that much. I found that tossing it up in the air doesn't work out very well when you are as uncordinated as me. When my pizza was done I wrote on it with easy chesse. It was for a project in chemistry and I had to write my information on it. I found that easy cheese is not so easy to write with!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804797872243664431-8650365839149520828?l=anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/feeds/8650365839149520828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804797872243664431&amp;postID=8650365839149520828&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/8650365839149520828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/8650365839149520828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/2009/11/pizza-crust.html' title='Pizza Crust'/><author><name>Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06339396589474517550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u1qOAouFJC0/Sw9Y3TLPYII/AAAAAAAAADo/Xq768wMdrUA/S220/i00043.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804797872243664431.post-3728946418617658583</id><published>2009-11-28T23:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T23:32:19.407-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Alyssa!</title><content type='html'>Today I was wearing a blanket around my shoulder and someone asked me if I was a super hero. This inspired me to run around outside with the blanket tied around me like a cape. People usually do this when they are kids but I guess I kind of missed out on this. So I did it. It was so much fun. There was a little breeze so my cape flew back very nicely to help with my superhero effect. About 5 cars drived passed and two people walked by. All of them stared! It was so great!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804797872243664431-3728946418617658583?l=anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/feeds/3728946418617658583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804797872243664431&amp;postID=3728946418617658583&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/3728946418617658583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/3728946418617658583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/2009/11/super-alyssa.html' title='Super Alyssa!'/><author><name>Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06339396589474517550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u1qOAouFJC0/Sw9Y3TLPYII/AAAAAAAAADo/Xq768wMdrUA/S220/i00043.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804797872243664431.post-4300987373358021393</id><published>2009-11-27T23:36:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T21:48:37.673-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Raking with Sticks</title><content type='html'>Today I tried to rake my yard without a rake! As you can imagine it didn't work very well. I used a giant stick that fell from our tree and sweeped it on the ground. It only wold catch a few leaves and it hurt my back! We ended up finding a rake and made a gaint leaf pile. My brother buried me in the leaves. The weird thing is that I was scared to be covered. I have no idea why but it totally freaked me out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs118.snc3/16535_1088415230791_1838781486_188022_1235256_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs118.snc3/16535_1088415230791_1838781486_188022_1235256_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804797872243664431-4300987373358021393?l=anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/feeds/4300987373358021393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804797872243664431&amp;postID=4300987373358021393&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/4300987373358021393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/4300987373358021393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/2009/11/raking-with-sticks.html' title='Raking with Sticks'/><author><name>Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06339396589474517550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u1qOAouFJC0/Sw9Y3TLPYII/AAAAAAAAADo/Xq768wMdrUA/S220/i00043.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804797872243664431.post-1925532889420277426</id><published>2009-11-26T22:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T22:34:37.432-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving for Blockbuster</title><content type='html'>Today I had Thanksgiving lunch at my church with everyone who didn't have family to eat with. It was really fun except the fact my head felt like it was being ripped apart from one of the biggest headaches I have had. It was my first time eat Thanksgiving lunch at my church but that is not all I did new. We brought plates piled high with Thanksgiving food to the guys who work at Blockbuster. To the normal person that is probably really strange but for us the blockbuster guys are our friends! You see, we have a pass to Blockbuster so we can always have ONE movie or game out. But with a family of 5 we are constantly wanting to watch or play something else than each other so we are constantly up at Blockbuster switching out movies and games. It doesn't help that it is pretty much across the street from us! We are at blockbuster about everyday and sometimes more. My whole family knows all the people who work there and they know us. They were totally excited and suprised when we brought them the dinner though. My mom wanted to bring it to them because she feels motherly to them and they had to work so she felt bad! I think they really appreciated it. Some families bring dinner to the firefighters or the police, my family brings Thanksgiving dinner to the guys at Blockbuster! HAPPY THANKSGIVING!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804797872243664431-1925532889420277426?l=anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/feeds/1925532889420277426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804797872243664431&amp;postID=1925532889420277426&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/1925532889420277426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/1925532889420277426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanksgiving-for-blockbuster.html' title='Thanksgiving for Blockbuster'/><author><name>Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06339396589474517550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u1qOAouFJC0/Sw9Y3TLPYII/AAAAAAAAADo/Xq768wMdrUA/S220/i00043.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804797872243664431.post-5388497819538836556</id><published>2009-11-25T23:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T23:30:30.213-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock Band</title><content type='html'>Today I played RockBand on my Wii. It is way harder than it looks. I always laughed at how people got so into thing like it but when I tried it I was so suprised! It is really hard to cordinate your fingers to press the right buttons on the gutiar. I was only able to get up to 71% accuracy on the level less than easy! And that was after trying and failing quite a few times. We got the lego and the Beatles version and I loved the music on them. My brothers are already pretty good at it so it sounds pretty good. I hope I don't get obsessed with RockBand but I like it a lot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804797872243664431-5388497819538836556?l=anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/feeds/5388497819538836556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804797872243664431&amp;postID=5388497819538836556&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/5388497819538836556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/5388497819538836556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/2009/11/rock-band.html' title='Rock Band'/><author><name>Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06339396589474517550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u1qOAouFJC0/Sw9Y3TLPYII/AAAAAAAAADo/Xq768wMdrUA/S220/i00043.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804797872243664431.post-6583728069071106365</id><published>2009-11-24T22:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T22:11:02.307-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Llama</title><content type='html'>Today, my friend Alanna is writing my blog. Well technically she's not, but shes typing it. I'm telling her what to write over the phone I don't know if she's writing what she's supposed to. and I don't know what else is needed, oh well!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804797872243664431-6583728069071106365?l=anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/feeds/6583728069071106365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804797872243664431&amp;postID=6583728069071106365&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/6583728069071106365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/6583728069071106365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/2009/11/llama.html' title='Llama'/><author><name>Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06339396589474517550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u1qOAouFJC0/Sw9Y3TLPYII/AAAAAAAAADo/Xq768wMdrUA/S220/i00043.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804797872243664431.post-3956781656710201657</id><published>2009-11-23T18:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T18:51:30.492-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Spray Pancake Mix</title><content type='html'>Today at costco we decided to splurge on getting spray pancake mix. It is packaged the same as wipped cream! To make it you hold it up vertically and then push the nossle and twirl it around a little. Then organic pancake mix comes out! It is the coolest thing. It was a little expensive but it is worth it for the entertianment value!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u1qOAouFJC0/SwsuAjL1gXI/AAAAAAAAAC0/7EDmxruAuFw/s1600/batter-blasters.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u1qOAouFJC0/SwsuAjL1gXI/AAAAAAAAAC0/7EDmxruAuFw/s320/batter-blasters.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804797872243664431-3956781656710201657?l=anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/feeds/3956781656710201657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804797872243664431&amp;postID=3956781656710201657&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/3956781656710201657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/3956781656710201657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/2009/11/spray-pancake-mix.html' title='Spray Pancake Mix'/><author><name>Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06339396589474517550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u1qOAouFJC0/Sw9Y3TLPYII/AAAAAAAAADo/Xq768wMdrUA/S220/i00043.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u1qOAouFJC0/SwsuAjL1gXI/AAAAAAAAAC0/7EDmxruAuFw/s72-c/batter-blasters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804797872243664431.post-1805449124226126476</id><published>2009-11-22T21:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T21:53:02.464-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Catholic Church</title><content type='html'>Today I visted a Catholic church for the first time. It was a very beautiful church and the music was great. I have grown up Anglian and Episcapalian so the service was not that much different. I had an easy time adjust to the new atmosphere. The thing I went for was the concert afterwards. The band that plays at the church was having a concert and my friend said they were really good. So she brought me! It was really awesome. There was this lady with the most beautiful accent that I couldn't place were it was from. It had a little bit of a british flair to it but I am not really sure. I love accents so that really made my day. The band was really good. The singers were just amazing at what they do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804797872243664431-1805449124226126476?l=anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/feeds/1805449124226126476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804797872243664431&amp;postID=1805449124226126476&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/1805449124226126476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/1805449124226126476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/2009/11/catholic-church.html' title='Catholic Church'/><author><name>Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06339396589474517550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u1qOAouFJC0/Sw9Y3TLPYII/AAAAAAAAADo/Xq768wMdrUA/S220/i00043.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804797872243664431.post-2477650207792193813</id><published>2009-11-21T22:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T22:46:46.670-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken Microwave</title><content type='html'>Today I broke a micowave! I have no idea how I did it. It just broke. I feel very accomplished though. My friend, Rayne, broke a microwave a couple weeks ago and we were talking about how weird and awesome it was to have special microwave breaking powers and now I have them too! I don't think I can explain how this feels to me but I totally think it is awesome. This just goes to show, if you didn't already think so, I am pretty weird! YAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804797872243664431-2477650207792193813?l=anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/feeds/2477650207792193813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804797872243664431&amp;postID=2477650207792193813&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/2477650207792193813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/2477650207792193813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/2009/11/broken-microwave.html' title='Broken Microwave'/><author><name>Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06339396589474517550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u1qOAouFJC0/Sw9Y3TLPYII/AAAAAAAAADo/Xq768wMdrUA/S220/i00043.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804797872243664431.post-9088695805375935152</id><published>2009-11-20T23:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T23:47:25.447-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sandwiches at New Moon</title><content type='html'>Today my friend and I went to go see New Moon. We decided it wasn't nearly fun enough to just go to the movies so&amp;nbsp; we walked across the parking lot and bought sandwiches to bring with us to the movie. I stuck them in my gaint purse and no one noticed. I felf really bad because the theater seeems to be running low on money and it doesn't seem like it is going to be running very much longer. Also when we got in the movies and started eating our sandwiches they were not very good. It was so sad! Oh well, it was still really fun for the experince and New Moon was okay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804797872243664431-9088695805375935152?l=anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/feeds/9088695805375935152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804797872243664431&amp;postID=9088695805375935152&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/9088695805375935152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/9088695805375935152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/2009/11/sandwiches-at-new-moon.html' title='Sandwiches at New Moon'/><author><name>Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06339396589474517550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u1qOAouFJC0/Sw9Y3TLPYII/AAAAAAAAADo/Xq768wMdrUA/S220/i00043.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804797872243664431.post-2394712869210619042</id><published>2009-11-19T22:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T22:36:06.387-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sticky Candy</title><content type='html'>Well, at the moment I have 6 lifesaver type candies stuck to my forehead. It looks absolutely beautiful! I was talking to my friend on the phone and she was talking about sticking candy to your foreshead so I got this "brilliant" idea to stick candy on my head too. After rying different methods of sticking, licking and just puting it on there, I just stuck the candy in my mouth for about a minute then put it on my head. I didn't think they would really stick all that well but now they are all gooy and stuck on my forehead. I know it is going to be a pain to get off my forehead but it is sooo worth it for the awesomeness factor!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804797872243664431-2394712869210619042?l=anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/feeds/2394712869210619042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804797872243664431&amp;postID=2394712869210619042&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/2394712869210619042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/2394712869210619042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/2009/11/sticky-candy.html' title='Sticky Candy'/><author><name>Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06339396589474517550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u1qOAouFJC0/Sw9Y3TLPYII/AAAAAAAAADo/Xq768wMdrUA/S220/i00043.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804797872243664431.post-3065251673018062468</id><published>2009-11-18T21:46:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T22:18:30.714-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cereal Swishing</title><content type='html'>You know those women who squish grapes for wine with their feet? Well, I did this today excecpt it was with cereal. You see, we had an art project and it invovles creating a scale model of our school. My group needed something to use as the textrue for brick. We came up with crushed cereal. At first we put the cereal in a big bucket and threw big wood chucks in it to crush it. It did not work! So I had the brilliant idea of taking of my shoes and getting in the bucket and jumping around. It hurt really bad at first on my feet. Eventually when it started getting smoother it was very enjoyable. My favourite thing to do was to jump around in cricles inside of the bucket. So much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u1qOAouFJC0/SwywA2qvoWI/AAAAAAAAAC8/g-VucK6Oei0/s1600/Crushing+Cereal.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u1qOAouFJC0/SwywA2qvoWI/AAAAAAAAAC8/g-VucK6Oei0/s320/Crushing+Cereal.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804797872243664431-3065251673018062468?l=anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/feeds/3065251673018062468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804797872243664431&amp;postID=3065251673018062468&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/3065251673018062468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/3065251673018062468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/2009/11/cereal-swishing.html' title='Cereal Swishing'/><author><name>Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06339396589474517550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u1qOAouFJC0/Sw9Y3TLPYII/AAAAAAAAADo/Xq768wMdrUA/S220/i00043.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u1qOAouFJC0/SwywA2qvoWI/AAAAAAAAAC8/g-VucK6Oei0/s72-c/Crushing+Cereal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804797872243664431.post-8057248653999607508</id><published>2009-11-17T22:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T22:34:36.850-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Average Family Eats Chicken in the Shower</title><content type='html'>Today, while taking a shower I heared my mom walk into the bathroom. I was very annoyed for a second and then she told me I had a phone call and it was very important. So of cource I get out of the shower and go to the phone. As&amp;nbsp;I am saying hello my friend yells "Did you know the average american family eats.... of chicken every year?" All I could do was crack up! I didn't know what to say since my mom was standing next to me all mad she had to wake up to pick up the phone. I just had to tell her... "I willl see you in the morning and I can help you then!" It was epic!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804797872243664431-8057248653999607508?l=anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/feeds/8057248653999607508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804797872243664431&amp;postID=8057248653999607508&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/8057248653999607508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/8057248653999607508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/2009/11/average-family-eats-chicken-in-shower.html' title='Average Family Eats Chicken in the Shower'/><author><name>Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06339396589474517550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u1qOAouFJC0/Sw9Y3TLPYII/AAAAAAAAADo/Xq768wMdrUA/S220/i00043.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804797872243664431.post-1501667805370550513</id><published>2009-11-16T23:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T23:11:12.215-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mad Hatter Dog</title><content type='html'>Well, you know you have strange friends when you ask them to think of something ne for you to do and they say to have a tea party with your dog. Thanks to Bri I found this out! I loved the idea so I went with it! I got out a cute teapot ans teacups and filled on of the cups with tea and the teapot and other teacup with water. Then I set it all up all cute on the ground and invited my dog to come have a tea party with me. My dog is a Pomeranian and Papllion mix which means he is one of those REALLY jumpy dogs. This is where the Mad Hatter part comes in. I couldn't get him to sit elegantly and drink water out of his pretty teacup. He kept running around. Then my cat came over and the two of them don't like each other so they got into a fight. The whole thing was very caotic but I did eventually get my dog to lick out of the teacup! It was so cute!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804797872243664431-1501667805370550513?l=anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/feeds/1501667805370550513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804797872243664431&amp;postID=1501667805370550513&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/1501667805370550513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/1501667805370550513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/2009/11/mad-hatter-dog.html' title='Mad Hatter Dog'/><author><name>Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06339396589474517550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u1qOAouFJC0/Sw9Y3TLPYII/AAAAAAAAADo/Xq768wMdrUA/S220/i00043.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804797872243664431.post-583424268824727216</id><published>2009-11-15T21:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T21:37:30.971-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Became a Troll</title><content type='html'>Today I became a troll. This may sound strange (in fact if you didn't find it strange I would be worried) but it really has a good meaning. You see, today I went to Church Under The Bridge. Church Under the Bridge is a church that literally meets under a bridge. It started out as a community of homeless people meeting for a bible study. Now it is has grown to a church with about 300 members. The congregation has people from all backrounds, rich and poor, black, white and brown. It is one of the coolest experinces ever. This was not my first time to go to Church Under the Bridge it was my first time to become a troll. Trolls are what the people at the church call themselves because they meet under a bridge. I am attaching a link so you can look at the Church Under the Bridge website! &lt;a href="http://www.churchunderthebridge.org/"&gt;Church Under the Bridge!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804797872243664431-583424268824727216?l=anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/feeds/583424268824727216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804797872243664431&amp;postID=583424268824727216&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/583424268824727216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/583424268824727216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-became-troll.html' title='I Became a Troll'/><author><name>Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06339396589474517550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u1qOAouFJC0/Sw9Y3TLPYII/AAAAAAAAADo/Xq768wMdrUA/S220/i00043.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804797872243664431.post-31249022765713882</id><published>2009-11-14T23:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T23:59:29.032-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Carried a Friend in My Pocket</title><content type='html'>Today I carried around my friend Rayne in my pocket! Well not actually her but a cardboard cut out of her. you see, today was the first dance at my high school and she is gone at a wedding so I decided she needed to come with me! I took pictures with her doing stuff throught the day. It was kind of like Flat Stanley! Then for the dance I put a Madame Alexander doll dress on the cardboard cut out and brought her to the dance. I brought her to her boyfriend who was very amused by it! I couldn't get him to dance with it though! The dance was awesome and it was also new for me since it is my first high school dance. I went with a friends and I liked it that way. I had so much fun but now my feet hurt so I think I am going to go soak them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804797872243664431-31249022765713882?l=anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/feeds/31249022765713882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804797872243664431&amp;postID=31249022765713882&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/31249022765713882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/31249022765713882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/2009/11/carried-friend-in-my-pocket.html' title='Carried a Friend in My Pocket'/><author><name>Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06339396589474517550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u1qOAouFJC0/Sw9Y3TLPYII/AAAAAAAAADo/Xq768wMdrUA/S220/i00043.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804797872243664431.post-4824225094793545600</id><published>2009-11-13T22:35:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T22:52:45.871-06:00</updated><title type='text'>TWLOHA DAY!</title><content type='html'>To Write Love On Her Arms is an organization that helps with suicide and depression pervention and help. They are really cool! I just learned about the organization recently and I have been trying my best to help as much as possible. Today was TWLOHA day. A whole group of students at my school decided to particapate in it today. What we did was write "LOVE" on our arms and when people asked about it we explained the TWLOHA. I have a picture of my arm and I will see if I can get some other people to get pictures of their arms from today! And her is a link to the website of TWLOHA http://www.twloha.com/index.php&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u1qOAouFJC0/Sv4zdLBxFaI/AAAAAAAAACs/SeG590dzwOA/s1600-h/DSC05569.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u1qOAouFJC0/Sv4zdLBxFaI/AAAAAAAAACs/SeG590dzwOA/s320/DSC05569.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804797872243664431-4824225094793545600?l=anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/feeds/4824225094793545600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804797872243664431&amp;postID=4824225094793545600&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/4824225094793545600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/4824225094793545600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/2009/11/twloha-day.html' title='TWLOHA DAY!'/><author><name>Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06339396589474517550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u1qOAouFJC0/Sw9Y3TLPYII/AAAAAAAAADo/Xq768wMdrUA/S220/i00043.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u1qOAouFJC0/Sv4zdLBxFaI/AAAAAAAAACs/SeG590dzwOA/s72-c/DSC05569.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804797872243664431.post-234828001501898318</id><published>2009-11-12T22:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T22:37:44.756-06:00</updated><title type='text'>6 Different Shirts in One Day</title><content type='html'>Today I decided to shange between every period in my school day. I got to change 6 times. In the morning I was wearing a blue shirt, second period I was wearing a long sleeved green shirt, third period I wore a red tank with a black and whit sweater over it. During lunch I wore a black shirt an in PE (which was last period) I wore the same blue shirt so it doesn't really count. After school I wore a purple shirt with twirly designs and then I wore a black dress with my jeans for my after school class. Only one person noticed! Well at least she is the only one who asked me about it. Durning lunch she came up to me and asked if I was wearing a different shirt that morning. I gave her a confused look and asked what she was talking about. She looked confused and walked off. Then after school she came up to me and said that I was wearing something different then I was in lunch. I looked at her agian confused and asked why she kept thinking that. She stormed off but I knew she was coming back for after school class so I quickly changed into the dress and told everyone around to tell her that I was wearing it all day. When she came back she said "LOOK you did change!" I again looked at her strangely and asked her why she kept insisting this. She went around and asked people and they all looked at her like she was crazy and told her I was wearing a dress all day. I think she actually belived that she was going crazy. I the truth on Facebook but I don't think she knows yet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804797872243664431-234828001501898318?l=anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/feeds/234828001501898318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804797872243664431&amp;postID=234828001501898318&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/234828001501898318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/234828001501898318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/2009/11/6-different-shirts-in-one-day.html' title='6 Different Shirts in One Day'/><author><name>Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06339396589474517550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u1qOAouFJC0/Sw9Y3TLPYII/AAAAAAAAADo/Xq768wMdrUA/S220/i00043.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804797872243664431.post-7815514588726403096</id><published>2009-11-11T22:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T22:28:46.684-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Funky Town</title><content type='html'>Today I thought I would teach my older brother how to bake cookies. It was turning out pretty well until my little brother started playing Funky Town by Lipps Inc. We all started dancing in the kitchen... Well that kind of evolved into a full blown music video for it! We filmed about 20 min of dancing footage! It was so awesome! I promise I will post the video when we put it all together. Hopefully that will be by tomorrow... I am not sure though. Maybe if we get a few comments I can convince my brother to work faster!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804797872243664431-7815514588726403096?l=anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/feeds/7815514588726403096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804797872243664431&amp;postID=7815514588726403096&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/7815514588726403096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/7815514588726403096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/2009/11/funky-town.html' title='Funky Town'/><author><name>Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06339396589474517550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u1qOAouFJC0/Sw9Y3TLPYII/AAAAAAAAADo/Xq768wMdrUA/S220/i00043.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804797872243664431.post-6030455826047498750</id><published>2009-11-10T23:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T23:01:34.466-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Backwards Board Game</title><content type='html'>Since my backwards monopoly didn't turn out so well I decided to try another board game backwards. This one made me actually&amp;nbsp; do something different with it backwards. So, Scrabble it is! We set the rule that every word had to be spelled backwardsIt is extremely hard! Thinking backwards and thinking of words is not the easiest thing in the world. I was playing my little brother who is really good at scrabble. but even he was having a hard time. I only ended up with 67 points and my brother has something in the 90's.... I lost!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u1qOAouFJC0/SvpFIgROqnI/AAAAAAAAACk/xLfHQI_Et8g/s1600-h/DSC05481.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u1qOAouFJC0/SvpFIgROqnI/AAAAAAAAACk/xLfHQI_Et8g/s320/DSC05481.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804797872243664431-6030455826047498750?l=anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/feeds/6030455826047498750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804797872243664431&amp;postID=6030455826047498750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/6030455826047498750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/6030455826047498750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/2009/11/another-backwards-board-game.html' title='Another Backwards Board Game'/><author><name>Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06339396589474517550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u1qOAouFJC0/Sw9Y3TLPYII/AAAAAAAAADo/Xq768wMdrUA/S220/i00043.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u1qOAouFJC0/SvpFIgROqnI/AAAAAAAAACk/xLfHQI_Et8g/s72-c/DSC05481.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804797872243664431.post-3498687377809405928</id><published>2009-11-09T22:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T22:55:43.410-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Burning Iodine</title><content type='html'>Today we were doing a flame test in my chemistry class. Now I have done that before but today we were burnign really cool stuff and I just had to share it. My favourite thing that we burned was iodine. It smokes this really cool purple colour like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u1qOAouFJC0/SvjxrH-0VzI/AAAAAAAAACc/fgKje1-g2Hk/s1600-h/iodine+vapors.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u1qOAouFJC0/SvjxrH-0VzI/AAAAAAAAACc/fgKje1-g2Hk/s200/iodine+vapors.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This picture is not from my lab but it is the same element. Isn't that sooooo cool. I was very impressed with it! I spent about 30 min trying to figure out what element it was (the point of the lab was to identify them) I was so excited that I was able to figure aout what element it was so I could search the picture for all of you. I know I probably sound like a science geek, but that is only fair since I am one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804797872243664431-3498687377809405928?l=anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/feeds/3498687377809405928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804797872243664431&amp;postID=3498687377809405928&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/3498687377809405928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/3498687377809405928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/2009/11/burning-iodine.html' title='Burning Iodine'/><author><name>Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06339396589474517550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u1qOAouFJC0/Sw9Y3TLPYII/AAAAAAAAADo/Xq768wMdrUA/S220/i00043.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u1qOAouFJC0/SvjxrH-0VzI/AAAAAAAAACc/fgKje1-g2Hk/s72-c/iodine+vapors.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804797872243664431.post-2743740967870751362</id><published>2009-11-08T22:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T22:00:04.297-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fattening while Exercising?</title><content type='html'>How is this possible you say? Well I just have pure talent! I decided that today I would eat junk food while exercising. I went out into the garage and stared running on our elliptical machine (which I am usually never on) and I stuck a Swiss Cake Roll in my mouth and ate it while running as fast as I could. I had my brother come in the garage because I was scared I would choke and no one would see me! I ate a couple of those swiss cake rolls in about 3 or 4 min. I don't think that I burned off as many calories as I gained! I have pure talent!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804797872243664431-2743740967870751362?l=anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/feeds/2743740967870751362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804797872243664431&amp;postID=2743740967870751362&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/2743740967870751362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/2743740967870751362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/2009/11/fattening-while-exercising.html' title='Fattening while Exercising?'/><author><name>Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06339396589474517550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u1qOAouFJC0/Sw9Y3TLPYII/AAAAAAAAADo/Xq768wMdrUA/S220/i00043.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804797872243664431.post-3834029059317648554</id><published>2009-11-07T20:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T20:03:33.721-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Colthes Hangers Sculpture</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today my friend, my brother, and I made a sculpture out of clothes hangers. It took some trial and error to figure out how to hang them from the ceiling. Finally we found a hook that my brother usually uses for his ukulele. It took alot more hangers than I thought. I ended up running around the house looking for more hangers. I had to take some from other un knowing other brother. Since I can't really explain what it looks like so PICTURE TIME!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u1qOAouFJC0/SvYm7tpPsII/AAAAAAAAACU/gzJnEoZ2-V8/s1600-h/1+clothes+hangers+sculpture.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u1qOAouFJC0/SvYm7tpPsII/AAAAAAAAACU/gzJnEoZ2-V8/s320/1+clothes+hangers+sculpture.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804797872243664431-3834029059317648554?l=anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/feeds/3834029059317648554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804797872243664431&amp;postID=3834029059317648554&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/3834029059317648554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/3834029059317648554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/2009/11/colthes-hangers-sculpture.html' title='Colthes Hangers Sculpture'/><author><name>Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06339396589474517550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u1qOAouFJC0/Sw9Y3TLPYII/AAAAAAAAADo/Xq768wMdrUA/S220/i00043.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u1qOAouFJC0/SvYm7tpPsII/AAAAAAAAACU/gzJnEoZ2-V8/s72-c/1+clothes+hangers+sculpture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804797872243664431.post-8173444686132943978</id><published>2009-11-06T23:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T23:40:22.642-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mysterious Letters</title><content type='html'>Recently I read about some people who wrote letters to every household in a small town in Ireland. They hope to write a letter to everyone in the world. I think it is a wonderful idea. I would love to get a random handwritten letter written by someone. I decided I would write one of these letters. I wrote a letter talking to the person about how beautiful life was. I explained about the mysterious letters and why I wanted to send the letter to them. I also said that I do a new thing everyday so who knows if the person will google it and find this site. I just found a random address in the white pages for New Jersey and that is who I am sending it too. I have no idea if they will ever get it or if they will appreciate my letter or not but I like the mystery behind it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804797872243664431-8173444686132943978?l=anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/feeds/8173444686132943978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804797872243664431&amp;postID=8173444686132943978&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/8173444686132943978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/8173444686132943978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/2009/11/mysterious-letters.html' title='Mysterious Letters'/><author><name>Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06339396589474517550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u1qOAouFJC0/Sw9Y3TLPYII/AAAAAAAAADo/Xq768wMdrUA/S220/i00043.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804797872243664431.post-6729656973461341769</id><published>2009-11-05T21:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T21:30:34.427-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Poetry Reading</title><content type='html'>You know those coffe bars that have open mic poetry readings? (if you don't you can never watched "An Extremly Goofy Movie") Well my school decided to start and open mic poetry reading at a cute little coffee shop downtown. There were only about 10 people there, 6 of them were there from my school. The other people, I don't think they really wanted to be there. Anyways, we had a great time! I didn't have any poetry to read so I read one of my friend's peom. It was about stars! After teh 6 of us read our poems we didn't know what to do. We just improvised and read peoms of the internet. One person read the back of a ketchup package witha british accent. It was great. I really enjoyed it even if there was not really an audience. It didn't really seem like the point. I can't wait until we do it agpain next week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804797872243664431-6729656973461341769?l=anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/feeds/6729656973461341769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804797872243664431&amp;postID=6729656973461341769&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/6729656973461341769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/6729656973461341769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/2009/11/poetry-reading.html' title='Poetry Reading'/><author><name>Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06339396589474517550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u1qOAouFJC0/Sw9Y3TLPYII/AAAAAAAAADo/Xq768wMdrUA/S220/i00043.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804797872243664431.post-124509975452755282</id><published>2009-11-04T22:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T22:35:46.429-06:00</updated><title type='text'>9 Volt Battery</title><content type='html'>Today my parents&amp;nbsp;convinced me that it doesn't hurt to put&amp;nbsp;a 9 volt battery on your toung "it only tingles" Well I found out that it hurts. It feels like something at the dentist. I am not sure what at the dentist but something! I don't really know what else to say other than I feel like an idiot and my tounge is all numb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804797872243664431-124509975452755282?l=anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/feeds/124509975452755282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804797872243664431&amp;postID=124509975452755282&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/124509975452755282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/124509975452755282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/2009/11/9-volt-battery.html' title='9 Volt Battery'/><author><name>Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06339396589474517550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u1qOAouFJC0/Sw9Y3TLPYII/AAAAAAAAADo/Xq768wMdrUA/S220/i00043.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804797872243664431.post-288230410583544948</id><published>2009-11-03T21:44:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T21:55:04.691-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Drawing with my Nose</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u1qOAouFJC0/SvD4dfL1DvI/AAAAAAAAAB8/kXhYNmHPxFs/s1600-h/nose+drawing.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u1qOAouFJC0/SvD4dfL1DvI/AAAAAAAAAB8/kXhYNmHPxFs/s320/nose+drawing.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today I drew a picture with my nose! It is really hard! I tried different methods to find an easier way but they are all difficult. At first I tried just leaning it against my nose but that didn't work at all. Then I turned to putting the marker in my nose but that hurt. I finally kind of leaned kind of stuck up my nose an guided with my hand. It still looked awful and my nose hurts really bad which doesn't help my sickness. The picture is supposed to be a self portrait. Here is the picture... (I don't know why my scanner turned it black and white it is supposed to be blue!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u1qOAouFJC0/SvD6qDYrACI/AAAAAAAAACE/T1TnEcVzmZY/s1600-h/computer+nose+drawing.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u1qOAouFJC0/SvD6qDYrACI/AAAAAAAAACE/T1TnEcVzmZY/s320/computer+nose+drawing.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Since my first drawing was colourless I decided to make another nose drawing. This time I used paint and moved the mouse around with my nose. This was much easier but the down fall was that I couldn't see what I was drawing...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804797872243664431-288230410583544948?l=anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/feeds/288230410583544948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804797872243664431&amp;postID=288230410583544948&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/288230410583544948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/288230410583544948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/2009/11/drawing-with-my-nose.html' title='Drawing with my Nose'/><author><name>Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06339396589474517550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u1qOAouFJC0/Sw9Y3TLPYII/AAAAAAAAADo/Xq768wMdrUA/S220/i00043.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u1qOAouFJC0/SvD4dfL1DvI/AAAAAAAAAB8/kXhYNmHPxFs/s72-c/nose+drawing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804797872243664431.post-8953354742720489371</id><published>2009-11-02T20:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T20:39:10.947-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hand in my Mouth</title><content type='html'>Today I tried to fit my entire hand in my mouth and it wel... it didn't go so well. I am sick so my mouth is kind of swollen and your mouth isn't supposed to fit a hand in it. My hand feels all gross now because my mouth is all gross since I am sick. If you can't tell already I am sick so my blog isn't sounding so good but I got out of bed to write this so be happy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804797872243664431-8953354742720489371?l=anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/feeds/8953354742720489371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804797872243664431&amp;postID=8953354742720489371&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/8953354742720489371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/8953354742720489371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/2009/11/hand-in-my-mouth.html' title='Hand in my Mouth'/><author><name>Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06339396589474517550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u1qOAouFJC0/Sw9Y3TLPYII/AAAAAAAAADo/Xq768wMdrUA/S220/i00043.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804797872243664431.post-8807117681638985844</id><published>2009-11-01T21:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T21:47:02.039-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Voice Chat</title><content type='html'>Well, today I had the brillaint idea of web camming. My idea didn't go so well since I found out you can't web cam when you don't know where your webcam is.... In other wrods I lost my little video thing! Well that led to me doing something new! Voice chatting. It is like talking on the phone but you do it through Gmail. It is really cool! I got to talk to Maya, the forgien exchange student who used to live with us, for free it is really cool and easy. I just have to brag on how cool Google is! I am setting this up from my neighbour so she can talk to her friend in England. she is 70 but she can still easily use it! I think that gmail is totally awesome for doing that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804797872243664431-8807117681638985844?l=anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/feeds/8807117681638985844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804797872243664431&amp;postID=8807117681638985844&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/8807117681638985844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/8807117681638985844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/2009/11/voice-chat.html' title='Voice Chat'/><author><name>Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06339396589474517550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u1qOAouFJC0/Sw9Y3TLPYII/AAAAAAAAADo/Xq768wMdrUA/S220/i00043.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804797872243664431.post-4822921375164785868</id><published>2009-10-31T23:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T17:36:14.545-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia de los Muertos Skeletons</title><content type='html'>Today I has so much fun. It has been the best halloween by far. Rayne and I decided to dress up as dia de los muertos skeletons. We looked so cool! I will probably put some pictures of us up later. So that was new... Also I tried the cheese brie for the first time. Also I took a little kid (aka Rayne's little brother) trick or treating in order to have an excuse to get some candy. Our costumes were the best part of the day though. We dressed in bright clashing colours and painted our faces completely white. Then chose a design from online of pictures of the skeletons. And we painted the designs on our faces in bright colours. It was so amazing. On our way to the party her mom stopped at Walmart so we just stayed in the car. While we were just sitting there talking some guys walked by and stopped and starting laughing and calling people over to come see us. It was so weird. I have never been in a situation like that! I thought it was hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u1qOAouFJC0/SvC-VahR52I/AAAAAAAAAB0/9WrIblbpEdk/s1600-h/halloween.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u1qOAouFJC0/SvC-VahR52I/AAAAAAAAAB0/9WrIblbpEdk/s320/halloween.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Edit- Here is a picture!&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804797872243664431-4822921375164785868?l=anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/feeds/4822921375164785868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804797872243664431&amp;postID=4822921375164785868&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/4822921375164785868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/4822921375164785868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/2009/10/dia-de-los-muertos-skeletons.html' title='Dia de los Muertos Skeletons'/><author><name>Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06339396589474517550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u1qOAouFJC0/Sw9Y3TLPYII/AAAAAAAAADo/Xq768wMdrUA/S220/i00043.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u1qOAouFJC0/SvC-VahR52I/AAAAAAAAAB0/9WrIblbpEdk/s72-c/halloween.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804797872243664431.post-2671268841634487138</id><published>2009-10-30T23:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T23:48:02.820-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spicy!</title><content type='html'>Today at my friends house we were having chilie. I made a big deal out of making sure that I got the un scpic chilie becasue I HATE spicy foods. Later my friend jokingly told me to get a gaint spoon of her spicy salsa. I thought about it and said yes! I wanted to do something completely new. So I got a big spoon and just shoveled a whole bunch of salas in my mouth. It iwas one of the worse expirences of my life but I am doing pretty well after cleaning my tounge with a paper towel and drinking a couple of glasses of milk. Sure, the normal person probably wouldn't have reacted very badly to it but I think I am just especially sensitive to scpicy things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804797872243664431-2671268841634487138?l=anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/feeds/2671268841634487138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804797872243664431&amp;postID=2671268841634487138&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/2671268841634487138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/2671268841634487138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/2009/10/spicy.html' title='Spicy!'/><author><name>Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06339396589474517550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u1qOAouFJC0/Sw9Y3TLPYII/AAAAAAAAADo/Xq768wMdrUA/S220/i00043.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804797872243664431.post-3123716949047680969</id><published>2009-10-29T21:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T21:04:30.108-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pirates Invading Facebook</title><content type='html'>Sorry about putting on 3 posts today but I just had to share how awesome Facebook is! You can change the language to Priate and it is AWESOME! I am so easily entertained but this is one of the coolest things ever. It is still readable but they change words like the button topublish your status is somethinglike Blabber to y'r mates. They put Cap'tn before everyone's name. It is just awesomly cool in general! ARGGG!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804797872243664431-3123716949047680969?l=anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/feeds/3123716949047680969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804797872243664431&amp;postID=3123716949047680969&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/3123716949047680969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/3123716949047680969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/2009/10/pirates-invading-facebook.html' title='Pirates Invading Facebook'/><author><name>Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06339396589474517550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u1qOAouFJC0/Sw9Y3TLPYII/AAAAAAAAADo/Xq768wMdrUA/S220/i00043.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804797872243664431.post-3104463723181238110</id><published>2009-10-29T20:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T20:53:29.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving my Knee Cap and Laying in the Hallway</title><content type='html'>Today I made a maraculous discovery! I found out that you can move your knee bone around when your leg is completely realxed. I was so excited. When I started to tell people they all seemed to know that you could do that. I don't know how I got&amp;nbsp;through my life without find this out. It is so entertaining! I also found out that it tears our tissue below it so I won't be doing it often but still it is awesome. I also layed down in the middle of my school hallway blocking everyones path. You see my back is hurting so bad right now I feel like an old lady so I needed to lay down while I waited for my friend to come out of the computer lab. Since I was in the middle of the hallway and I didn't feel like moving very much I just ploped myself down and layed striaght across the hallway. Luckily it was not a very busy hall and not a lot of people came through but I did get some strange looks that you can probably see from all my other posts that I love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804797872243664431-3104463723181238110?l=anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/feeds/3104463723181238110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804797872243664431&amp;postID=3104463723181238110&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/3104463723181238110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/3104463723181238110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/2009/10/moving-my-knee-cap-and-laying-in.html' title='Moving my Knee Cap and Laying in the Hallway'/><author><name>Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06339396589474517550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u1qOAouFJC0/Sw9Y3TLPYII/AAAAAAAAADo/Xq768wMdrUA/S220/i00043.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804797872243664431.post-8969228259585793540</id><published>2009-10-29T20:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T20:46:59.719-05:00</updated><title type='text'>AHHHH!</title><content type='html'>I can't believe I keep doing this! I am so sorry tht I am not able to wrte every day! I have good excuses for all of the times I missed though! :P Yesterday I fell asleep at&amp;nbsp;7 o clock without doing a new thing. Or so I thought. In the morning when I realized I had forgotten I went through my mind tring to think of anything new I had done yesterday. I went over my day again and again in my mind to think of something new and I couldn't think of anything. I tried all day to think of something to write and I couldn't think of anything. It made me so sad! I did nothing new! Well I started writing this blog think I was going to tell you that I was boring and had done nothing new but as I was writing I started thinking of things like watching the wonderful mole day video, wearing&amp;nbsp;a new red sweater, poking someone's afro, falling asleep super early even though I wasn't tired or sick. I never really thought about all the new things I do without realizing them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804797872243664431-8969228259585793540?l=anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/feeds/8969228259585793540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804797872243664431&amp;postID=8969228259585793540&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/8969228259585793540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/8969228259585793540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/2009/10/ahhhh.html' title='AHHHH!'/><author><name>Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06339396589474517550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u1qOAouFJC0/Sw9Y3TLPYII/AAAAAAAAADo/Xq768wMdrUA/S220/i00043.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804797872243664431.post-994714346698166038</id><published>2009-10-27T22:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T22:42:01.129-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Light Sculpture</title><content type='html'>Today I was trying to make a birthday present for a friend of mine and I thought it would be cool to make some sort of light fixture. I found a vase and some Christmas lights and I had a beautiful image in my head. Well after an hour of work and burning my fingers multiple times I turned out with a hideous thing all lit up. I am not even going to be able to give it to my friend. I hope she doesn't mind receiving a heart felt card a a peacock feather instead!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804797872243664431-994714346698166038?l=anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/feeds/994714346698166038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804797872243664431&amp;postID=994714346698166038&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/994714346698166038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/994714346698166038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/2009/10/light-sculpture.html' title='Light Sculpture'/><author><name>Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06339396589474517550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u1qOAouFJC0/Sw9Y3TLPYII/AAAAAAAAADo/Xq768wMdrUA/S220/i00043.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804797872243664431.post-305795683008511481</id><published>2009-10-26T22:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T22:28:46.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Texting</title><content type='html'>As you can probably tell I am NOT an ordinary teenager. Just to add to the effect though I have never sent a text, well that is until today. I decided that it was time for me to send a text! I do admit that I have sent one other text but it was for my mom while she was driving and all I put was okay so that doesn't really count. I decided to text my friend Rayne (who is subject to many of my new things) I wrote: This is alyssa. This is my new thing today. I have never sent a (and then I accidentally sent the message!) I sent another message saying text before. It took me 6 min to write the first message and one minute to write the second one. I felt very accomplished. When she replied I replied with a smiliey face. I am so good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804797872243664431-305795683008511481?l=anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/feeds/305795683008511481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804797872243664431&amp;postID=305795683008511481&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/305795683008511481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/305795683008511481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/2009/10/texting.html' title='Texting'/><author><name>Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06339396589474517550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u1qOAouFJC0/Sw9Y3TLPYII/AAAAAAAAADo/Xq768wMdrUA/S220/i00043.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804797872243664431.post-4528751388504666136</id><published>2009-10-25T19:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T19:03:50.597-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dove Fortunes</title><content type='html'>Today my mom brought home a giant box of those little dove chocolates. I started chowing down on them! after I ate a few I saw that they have little fortune tpe things inside the wrappers. That is so cool! So anyways I decided to do the things that were on the wrappers. Here were the wrappers... "Love many, trust few and always count paddles your own canoe" "Be the first to hit the dance floor" and "Find little ways to make everyday a holiday" So I set out to make them happen. The first one was a little tricky but since my grandparents are here it was easy to love many. I did really accomplish the trust few... I didn't really know what to do for that. Since I didn't have a canoe to row I sat on a chair and pretended to row it with a tennis racket. That was fun! Now on to the next one! I danced around my house while everyone else was cooking dinner. It was AWESOME! I love dancing! The last one I decided to celebrate my half birthday! I love half birthdays so it was the perfect thing to celebrate! I got some cookie dough out of the fridge and put half of my age candles in it. Delicous!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804797872243664431-4528751388504666136?l=anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/feeds/4528751388504666136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804797872243664431&amp;postID=4528751388504666136&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/4528751388504666136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/4528751388504666136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/2009/10/dove-fortunes.html' title='Dove Fortunes'/><author><name>Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06339396589474517550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u1qOAouFJC0/Sw9Y3TLPYII/AAAAAAAAADo/Xq768wMdrUA/S220/i00043.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804797872243664431.post-5933525660499881524</id><published>2009-10-24T23:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T23:42:33.614-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blind</title><content type='html'>Today I found out how scary it would be to be blind. I blind folded myself well enough that I couldn't even see light and I set out to walk around my house and do basic things like washing my hands. I was really scared. When I stared out it was easy because I just followed the wall out of my room. After awhile it became scary because I didn't really know where I was and the darkness just got to me. At one point I had let go of my support thinking I could just walk straight to the wall and I got lost. It is weird to think of yourself lost in your own house but I didn't know where I was. When I realized that I was lost my stomach dropped. It scared me really bad. I just had to walk around until I found something to hold on too. It made me realize how hard it would be to be blind and be in a new place. I got lost in my own house so onces I found something I could figure out where I was but if you were somewhere new this would be VERY scary. I really realized some of the difficulties of being handicapped.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804797872243664431-5933525660499881524?l=anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/feeds/5933525660499881524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804797872243664431&amp;postID=5933525660499881524&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/5933525660499881524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/5933525660499881524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/2009/10/blind.html' title='Blind'/><author><name>Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06339396589474517550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u1qOAouFJC0/Sw9Y3TLPYII/AAAAAAAAADo/Xq768wMdrUA/S220/i00043.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804797872243664431.post-7628535726563760631</id><published>2009-10-24T01:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T01:17:21.184-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Eating Cookies From My Shoulder!</title><content type='html'>Today I did lots of new things! I broke a state law by having a party in the school cafeteria! But that isn't that much fun. What was fun is eating cookies on your shoulder. It is much more difficult than it seems but it was totally worth it for the awesome cookie. Once again it was Rayne that came up with the idea and I decided I HAD to try it. It took me about 10 min to get my technique down but after that I was pretty good! The cookie was so delicious. It was peanut butter and it was warm an soft. I loved that cookie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804797872243664431-7628535726563760631?l=anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/feeds/7628535726563760631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804797872243664431&amp;postID=7628535726563760631&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/7628535726563760631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/7628535726563760631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/2009/10/eating-cookies-from-my-shoulder.html' title='Eating Cookies From My Shoulder!'/><author><name>Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06339396589474517550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u1qOAouFJC0/Sw9Y3TLPYII/AAAAAAAAADo/Xq768wMdrUA/S220/i00043.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804797872243664431.post-8823595465793125920</id><published>2009-10-22T22:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T22:58:36.954-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bunny!</title><content type='html'>Okay now actually for today... I don't know if you could tell from any of my previous posts but I am obsessed with rabbits. I had 17 rabbits at one point (and yes they were all on purpose) I just love rabbits. So anyways today was my day to present mole day projects. When I first got the assignment I though BUNNY! And that is exactly what I did! I dress my rabbit up as a mole and brought her to school. It was pretty funny watching peoples faces as I dragged the cage around the school. At the end of the day I was waiting in the commons area for my dad to pick up me and the rabbit and my princilbe came up to me. I was really freaked out because bringing animals to school is technically against the rules. Then he said "You know the school mascot is the Wolf and I wouldn't be surprised if your rabbit became its little snack!" I was so surprised! I have never really talked to him before but he kind of scared me. Now I think he is AWESOME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804797872243664431-8823595465793125920?l=anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/feeds/8823595465793125920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804797872243664431&amp;postID=8823595465793125920&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/8823595465793125920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/8823595465793125920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/2009/10/bunny.html' title='Bunny!'/><author><name>Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06339396589474517550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u1qOAouFJC0/Sw9Y3TLPYII/AAAAAAAAADo/Xq768wMdrUA/S220/i00043.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804797872243664431.post-8354319318273060674</id><published>2009-10-22T22:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T22:52:42.159-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry AGAIN!</title><content type='html'>I hate my computers so much! I am so sorry that my Internet only works half the time! Anyways I will write about what I did new yesterday. I rode my bike home from school in the rain. It was not cool! I was already not having the best of days&amp;nbsp; and then I walked out side just to find out that it was pouring outside. My parents couldn't pick me up so I had to just go on my bike. Now it is only about a mile to my house so it isn't as bad as it could be but I am not a good bike rider so it was miserable. If I could do it over again I would definitely try to soak it all in. I love walking in the rain so I don't understand why I was so mad about biking in the rain but I guess I was already just in a bad mood!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804797872243664431-8354319318273060674?l=anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/feeds/8354319318273060674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804797872243664431&amp;postID=8354319318273060674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/8354319318273060674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/8354319318273060674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/2009/10/sorry-again.html' title='Sorry AGAIN!'/><author><name>Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06339396589474517550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u1qOAouFJC0/Sw9Y3TLPYII/AAAAAAAAADo/Xq768wMdrUA/S220/i00043.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804797872243664431.post-3135285735332648164</id><published>2009-10-20T21:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T21:55:36.689-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing on Mole Day</title><content type='html'>I know that today isn't actually Mole day (it is really on Friday) but my teacher is having us do our projects all week and this is the first day of celelbrating mole day. A mole is 6.02 X 10 to the 23 power. It is a measurement used for atoms. We use it alot in Chemistry. So anyways people were presenting their mole day projects. It got me all hyper because most people had food or candy with their projects. When Rayne and I were leaving the school we decided to do do a mole day dance in front of everyone. She yelled to everyone to watchand we danced around! Everyone just stared us it was so halarious!!! It was my first time to ever dance in public so Ithought it was perfect for me to do! I had so much fun! I think that most of the time teens try to impress other people but I just want to be myself!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804797872243664431-3135285735332648164?l=anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/feeds/3135285735332648164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804797872243664431&amp;postID=3135285735332648164&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/3135285735332648164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/3135285735332648164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/2009/10/dancing-on-mole-day.html' title='Dancing on Mole Day'/><author><name>Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06339396589474517550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u1qOAouFJC0/Sw9Y3TLPYII/AAAAAAAAADo/Xq768wMdrUA/S220/i00043.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804797872243664431.post-4244674244996451749</id><published>2009-10-19T23:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T23:26:09.308-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tying a Tie</title><content type='html'>Today I asked my brother to tea me how to tie a tie. When he strated teaching me he go all confused and kept on doing it wrong. I thought this was really weird since he wears one almost every day. I guess it is confusing when it is a different directions. So then we both went and asked my dad to help me. He had to do it a couple times himself to be able to show me. Finally they explained it to me and it was so simple! I think I could tie a tie any day now! Hopefully I am not too forgetful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804797872243664431-4244674244996451749?l=anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/feeds/4244674244996451749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804797872243664431&amp;postID=4244674244996451749&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/4244674244996451749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/4244674244996451749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/2009/10/tying-tie.html' title='Tying a Tie'/><author><name>Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06339396589474517550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u1qOAouFJC0/Sw9Y3TLPYII/AAAAAAAAADo/Xq768wMdrUA/S220/i00043.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804797872243664431.post-2739111143995930902</id><published>2009-10-18T23:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T23:31:37.992-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shadow Dancing</title><content type='html'>Today I was looking for new things to do when I was at a concert and they went ahead and helped me out without even knowing it. One of the three artists at the concert decided to prank the other and dance in the projector screen showing the music video to the song. The whole time we were watching people dance in their shadows. It was so cool! The person being pranked forgot the words to her song because she was trying not to laugh! At the last song the one who got pranked did the same thing to the person who was pranking her. It was so halarious! The concert was Follow You Tour with Brandon Heath, Leeland, and Fracisca Battistelli. Leeland was the one who was dancing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804797872243664431-2739111143995930902?l=anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/feeds/2739111143995930902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804797872243664431&amp;postID=2739111143995930902&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/2739111143995930902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/2739111143995930902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/2009/10/shadow-dancing.html' title='Shadow Dancing'/><author><name>Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06339396589474517550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u1qOAouFJC0/Sw9Y3TLPYII/AAAAAAAAADo/Xq768wMdrUA/S220/i00043.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804797872243664431.post-6532340937434670539</id><published>2009-10-17T23:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T23:41:01.878-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Friend's Sweet 16</title><content type='html'>When most people think of a teenager's party you would think of bad things. Instead at my friend's party we played red rover, duck duck goose and tag. It was totally awesome. My new thing was to play rampage red rover where your whole line runs at the other line and tries to break through all of them. It is much more fun than normal red rover! We managed to only get a couple injuries and nothing to serious. It was the best birthday party EVER!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804797872243664431-6532340937434670539?l=anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/feeds/6532340937434670539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804797872243664431&amp;postID=6532340937434670539&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/6532340937434670539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/6532340937434670539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-friends-sweet-16.html' title='My Friend&apos;s Sweet 16'/><author><name>Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06339396589474517550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u1qOAouFJC0/Sw9Y3TLPYII/AAAAAAAAADo/Xq768wMdrUA/S220/i00043.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804797872243664431.post-1242318627120496761</id><published>2009-10-16T22:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T22:25:26.265-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Painting Faces and Frolicking with Tacos!</title><content type='html'>What is better painting someone's entire face with green face paint or frockling with tacos in a parking lot? I don't know the answer to that but I did both of them today. Today was homecoming in my little town. It is a big deal here so people were everywhere! My friends and I were walking to get some tacos at a mexican food place before we went on the float. When we got tacos we had a brillant idea! Frolicking with tacos! Sounds fun huh? Well since half the town was at Taco Casa many people stared at us skipping around with tacos in our hands. When we got to the parade we were stuck there in the heat for about 2 hours. That is how the face painting came about. There was a tube of green face paint and I remembered that I had put on my list to paint someones entire face. My friend Rayne volunteered to get painted. She looked awesome! After we painted her someone poured sparkles all over the place. Her face kind of looked like an Oppa Loumpa! It was cool!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804797872243664431-1242318627120496761?l=anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/feeds/1242318627120496761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804797872243664431&amp;postID=1242318627120496761&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/1242318627120496761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/1242318627120496761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/2009/10/painting-faces-and-frolicking-with.html' title='Painting Faces and Frolicking with Tacos!'/><author><name>Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06339396589474517550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u1qOAouFJC0/Sw9Y3TLPYII/AAAAAAAAADo/Xq768wMdrUA/S220/i00043.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804797872243664431.post-2233765728970628499</id><published>2009-10-15T22:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T22:48:27.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Building a Float</title><content type='html'>Today I joined the Comecoming Commity! It was my first time to ever work on a parade float. My job was to tuck tissue paper into a round chicken wire strucutre to make it look like a tie dye peace sign. It was pretty difficult at first and kind of annoying because we were trying to tie the tissue paper on. By the end we were just stuffing them in there and it actually looked better than the tying. It kind of suprised me! I think the float is going to be so cool. We are going to do the parade tomorrow so I hope everything will go well and they finish the rest of the float!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804797872243664431-2233765728970628499?l=anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/feeds/2233765728970628499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804797872243664431&amp;postID=2233765728970628499&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/2233765728970628499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/2233765728970628499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/2009/10/building-float.html' title='Building a Float'/><author><name>Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06339396589474517550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u1qOAouFJC0/Sw9Y3TLPYII/AAAAAAAAADo/Xq768wMdrUA/S220/i00043.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804797872243664431.post-231099149256335526</id><published>2009-10-14T21:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T21:12:23.573-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chubby Bunny</title><content type='html'>Have you ever heard of the game Chubby Bunny? If not it is a game that you see how many marshmellows you can stick in your mouth while saying chubby bunny. I found out that I can only fit four marshmellows in my mouth before I throw up. When I tried to put the fifth one in my mouth I gagged it all up. It was totally discusting. It also didn't help that I don't like marshmellows all that much. I think I should stick to doing new things that aren't gross and things that won't endanger myself!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804797872243664431-231099149256335526?l=anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/feeds/231099149256335526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804797872243664431&amp;postID=231099149256335526&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/231099149256335526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/231099149256335526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/2009/10/chubby-bunny.html' title='Chubby Bunny'/><author><name>Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06339396589474517550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u1qOAouFJC0/Sw9Y3TLPYII/AAAAAAAAADo/Xq768wMdrUA/S220/i00043.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804797872243664431.post-8142076315505489979</id><published>2009-10-14T20:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T20:41:41.959-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Backwards Day</title><content type='html'>Sorry that I couldn't post yesterday, our roof is being repaired because of a gaint leak in our house and we had to take everything out of the room we keep the computers in. Yesterday I did my favourite new thing I have done so far. I walked backwards about 90% of the day! It was so awesome. I&amp;nbsp;had a buddy bring me to&amp;nbsp;each of my classes so I&amp;nbsp;didn't run&amp;nbsp;into everybody. I ran into 5 people and fell 4 times which I think is pretty good&amp;nbsp;for walking backwards&amp;nbsp;most of the&amp;nbsp;day. The reason&amp;nbsp;why I&amp;nbsp;said that&amp;nbsp;I walked&amp;nbsp;backwards 90% of the day is that&amp;nbsp;I forgot a&amp;nbsp;couple times and I had to&amp;nbsp;do a race in PE that my coach told me I couldn't&amp;nbsp;do backwards.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Most of my school knows about my blog by now so&amp;nbsp;I didn't get as many strange looks as I thought. Most people came and asked me if it was my new thing! I was so happy that people actually remembered about it. Throught the day I saw things in a totally different ways. Going down the stairs backwards was the most interesting. The most fun memory is running bleachers backwards. My poor friend helping me has her arm bruised from me gripping her so hard. It is really weird but going down the bleaches was way eaiser than going up them. All 4 times I fell were going up the bleachers. So all in all it was so much and I think it should be a common thing for people to do. It is awesome! Now I need to do something new today! I will write about that later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804797872243664431-8142076315505489979?l=anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/feeds/8142076315505489979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804797872243664431&amp;postID=8142076315505489979&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/8142076315505489979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/8142076315505489979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/2009/10/backwards-day.html' title='Backwards Day'/><author><name>Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06339396589474517550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u1qOAouFJC0/Sw9Y3TLPYII/AAAAAAAAADo/Xq768wMdrUA/S220/i00043.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804797872243664431.post-1387314997239304980</id><published>2009-10-12T21:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T21:41:15.305-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue Mustache</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Today I decided to draw a mustache and a beard on my face! I couldn't find a washable marker but I did use a crayola marker. It kind of stung my face at first. It really creeped me out. I am posting a picture since there really isn't much to say other than I hope it will wash off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u1qOAouFJC0/StPoLzdYglI/AAAAAAAAABs/zyokFW4jaL0/s1600-h/Picture+004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u1qOAouFJC0/StPoLzdYglI/AAAAAAAAABs/zyokFW4jaL0/s320/Picture+004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804797872243664431-1387314997239304980?l=anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/feeds/1387314997239304980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804797872243664431&amp;postID=1387314997239304980&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/1387314997239304980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/1387314997239304980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/2009/10/blue-mustache.html' title='Blue Mustache'/><author><name>Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06339396589474517550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u1qOAouFJC0/Sw9Y3TLPYII/AAAAAAAAADo/Xq768wMdrUA/S220/i00043.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u1qOAouFJC0/StPoLzdYglI/AAAAAAAAABs/zyokFW4jaL0/s72-c/Picture+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804797872243664431.post-7678786248133809779</id><published>2009-10-11T22:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T22:32:33.404-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Teaching Sunday School</title><content type='html'>I have always loved helping out with little kids. I love teaching them and playing with them. So today I got to teach sunday school at my church. I read them a story from a VeggieTales story bible about God being bigger than the boogie man and then sang them the boggieman song from VeggieTales. After that we coloured and hung up all there pictures. After that we had some glodfish and played duck duck goose. I love being there with them. Little kids are so cute! One kid kept asking me over and over again how old I was and was amazed at my "oldness" It was so adorable!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804797872243664431-7678786248133809779?l=anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/feeds/7678786248133809779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804797872243664431&amp;postID=7678786248133809779&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/7678786248133809779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/7678786248133809779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/2009/10/teaching-sunday-school.html' title='Teaching Sunday School'/><author><name>Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06339396589474517550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u1qOAouFJC0/Sw9Y3TLPYII/AAAAAAAAADo/Xq768wMdrUA/S220/i00043.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804797872243664431.post-5351653719155022884</id><published>2009-10-11T01:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T01:15:24.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mulch</title><content type='html'>Sorry this is a little late but I did my thing before midnight! I just didn't get home until now... Today I was helping in the community garden that is located at my school. We had to move mulch on to everything from GIANT piles of it. I thought that was going to be my new thing but it wasn't enough fun so I decided to dance on top of a mulch pile! it was so much fun and I was helping loosen it too. The people from my school weren't surprised but the people from the community thought I was really weird! It was so awesome!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804797872243664431-5351653719155022884?l=anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/feeds/5351653719155022884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804797872243664431&amp;postID=5351653719155022884&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/5351653719155022884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/5351653719155022884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/2009/10/mulch.html' title='Mulch'/><author><name>Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06339396589474517550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u1qOAouFJC0/Sw9Y3TLPYII/AAAAAAAAADo/Xq768wMdrUA/S220/i00043.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804797872243664431.post-1365479386611185661</id><published>2009-10-09T23:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T23:30:40.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Un-Birthday!</title><content type='html'>Today my friends and I through an un birthday party for one of our teachers. I baked a cake and we all signed a card for her and put signs all over the room. We got her to come in the room and we all sprung out from hiding places and sang happy birthday. It was so much fun! We all had cake and had a good time. I also went to my first home football game. I have been to a football game but it was in the next city over. This time I went at our home stadium. In small towns football is a big thing so it is huge here! People couldn't believe that I had never gone to one. People from all over our community come to support our team. But I don't have very much spirit for the high school since I go to an offspring of it and we have our own mascot we just don't have a team to support! I loved it though! The only problems were that it was freezing cold and I don't understand anything about football!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804797872243664431-1365479386611185661?l=anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/feeds/1365479386611185661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804797872243664431&amp;postID=1365479386611185661&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/1365479386611185661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/1365479386611185661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-un-birthday.html' title='Happy Un-Birthday!'/><author><name>Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06339396589474517550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u1qOAouFJC0/Sw9Y3TLPYII/AAAAAAAAADo/Xq768wMdrUA/S220/i00043.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804797872243664431.post-2245879216970694893</id><published>2009-10-08T22:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T22:43:37.254-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Painting Toes with my Mouth?</title><content type='html'>Sorry to repeat something with feet today but I decided to paint my toe nails using my mouth to hold the brush. As you would expect I have nail polish all over my feet. The funny thing is that I used read so they look all bloody! I think that I will wear flip flops tomorrow and see if anyone notices. It was really fun to do though. I had to put my leg in a really weird position and I had a hard time focusing my eyes so close. Also the smell of the nail polish was even worse tehn normal since the brush was so close to my nose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804797872243664431-2245879216970694893?l=anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/feeds/2245879216970694893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804797872243664431&amp;postID=2245879216970694893&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/2245879216970694893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/2245879216970694893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/2009/10/painting-toes-with-my-mouth.html' title='Painting Toes with my Mouth?'/><author><name>Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06339396589474517550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u1qOAouFJC0/Sw9Y3TLPYII/AAAAAAAAADo/Xq768wMdrUA/S220/i00043.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804797872243664431.post-3292516832485077444</id><published>2009-10-07T20:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T20:30:50.422-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Foot Drawings!</title><content type='html'>I write on my hands all the time. It is just a common thing for me. Today one of my friends asked me about it and it got me to thinking. Why do I only write on my hands. So today I decided to doodle and write things on my feet. It is very pretty actually! The only problem is that I drew on the bottom of my foot and when I walkeda round ink got everywhere! It is also all over my legs from trying to get all over my feet! I had to bend my leg in some pretty werid positions to get one of the sides of my foot. My favourite draawing on it is that I put emotions on my toes like the poem "This Little Piggy...." The last one is making an awful face and tears anre all over it! I thought it was halarious though no one else really does! I think I will probably stick to drawing on my hands but it was pretty fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804797872243664431-3292516832485077444?l=anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/feeds/3292516832485077444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804797872243664431&amp;postID=3292516832485077444&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/3292516832485077444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/3292516832485077444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/2009/10/foot-drawings.html' title='Foot Drawings!'/><author><name>Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06339396589474517550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u1qOAouFJC0/Sw9Y3TLPYII/AAAAAAAAADo/Xq768wMdrUA/S220/i00043.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804797872243664431.post-6974204680142548265</id><published>2009-10-06T22:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T22:40:00.412-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Complaint to the Computer</title><content type='html'>I have always wanted to write a complaint note to something but I have never really had the heart to do it. I just thought about the perosn behind it and maybe they meant to be good so today I decided to write a complaint letter to something that often makes me VERY mad nad doesn't ever mean well... the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear PC,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost I would like to say that I have the up most hate for you! Every time I try to do something you make it so that I can't. Why do you have to be so complicated? Why can't you be more like the Mac? These are not just emotional statements they have been well thought out and you should know that they are based on facts and experiences. I know that I am lucky to even have you but can't you hold up your end of the bargain? (like actually working) Everyday it is a new problem and you shut down randomly! Therefore I would like you to know that I have switched to using a Mac computer and will not come back until you formally apologize for being mean to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerly, Alyssa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804797872243664431-6974204680142548265?l=anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/feeds/6974204680142548265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804797872243664431&amp;postID=6974204680142548265&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/6974204680142548265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/6974204680142548265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/2009/10/complaint-to-computer.html' title='Complaint to the Computer'/><author><name>Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06339396589474517550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u1qOAouFJC0/Sw9Y3TLPYII/AAAAAAAAADo/Xq768wMdrUA/S220/i00043.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804797872243664431.post-4318723407303104838</id><published>2009-10-05T20:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T20:16:44.992-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pointing</title><content type='html'>Today I randomly started pointing at someone in my gym class which I do pretty often. I point just long enough for them to wonder and then walk off. I think it is really funny because everyone gets confused! But today I was doing it and thought what an oppurtunitty to do something new&amp;nbsp;and decided to continue. I pointed at him for around 15 min straight. The funny thing is that after awhile people joined in the pointing without even knowing what I was doing. Also the guy I was pointing at never really seemed to notice we were doing it. It was really weird! If he noticed he did a pretty good job at hiding it. I was kind of freaked out but I am definetly going to do this again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804797872243664431-4318723407303104838?l=anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/feeds/4318723407303104838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804797872243664431&amp;postID=4318723407303104838&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/4318723407303104838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/4318723407303104838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/2009/10/pointing.html' title='Pointing'/><author><name>Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06339396589474517550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u1qOAouFJC0/Sw9Y3TLPYII/AAAAAAAAADo/Xq768wMdrUA/S220/i00043.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804797872243664431.post-264656314974444106</id><published>2009-10-04T19:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T19:39:30.957-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Banner</title><content type='html'>Today I decided that my blog needed a pretty banner. I thought that it would be easy to make a banner since almost everyone has a pretty one at the top of there blog. I guess I was wrong though. It started out simple enough with me finding websites with public domain photos. I decided on using http://public-domain.zorger.com/ because I liked that the pictures were from old books. Then I found a beautiful landscape photo and tried to get started. I put it on Paint and cropped it to the right size. Okay now we are past all the easy stuff. From here it went down hill. I was trying to add the text to it when it kept messing up. Whenever I clicked anything the text would become permentant and I would have to start all over again. This happened to me 4 times! When I finally got it to work I couldn't find a colour that would show up on both the light parts and the dark parts. It annoyed me so much. When I thought I was finally finished. I realized it was to boring so I decided to figure out how to randomly stick a rabbit in the picture (since I love bunnies) That didn't take me long luckily. When I put it on the blog it was way to big and it looked really weird so I tried to resize it. As you can probably tell it is now too small but what can a girl do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS I lost the Game&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804797872243664431-264656314974444106?l=anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/feeds/264656314974444106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804797872243664431&amp;postID=264656314974444106&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/264656314974444106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/264656314974444106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-banner.html' title='Blog Banner'/><author><name>Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06339396589474517550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u1qOAouFJC0/Sw9Y3TLPYII/AAAAAAAAADo/Xq768wMdrUA/S220/i00043.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804797872243664431.post-2709242920578421374</id><published>2009-10-03T22:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T22:37:41.359-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainbow Muffins</title><content type='html'>Yesterday when asking for suggestions for new things to do my friend suggested making rainbow muffins. I thought it was a weird but awesome idea! So we decided to make them today. The first batch was from a box and we just put food colouring in them. They turned out pretty ugly colours and they looked hideous but they tasted really good. The next batch we made peanut butter muffins from scratch. It was much more fun to make. The colours on them turned much prettier vibrant colours. But when we cooked them they were un-muffin like and they tasted really bland. We ended up putting chocolate icing and hoped no one would&amp;nbsp; notice. When people first was them we got mixed reactions. Some were grossed out and some were laughing. Everyone said they were good though I don't believe all of them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804797872243664431-2709242920578421374?l=anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/feeds/2709242920578421374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804797872243664431&amp;postID=2709242920578421374&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/2709242920578421374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/2709242920578421374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/2009/10/rainbow-muffins.html' title='Rainbow Muffins'/><author><name>Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06339396589474517550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u1qOAouFJC0/Sw9Y3TLPYII/AAAAAAAAADo/Xq768wMdrUA/S220/i00043.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804797872243664431.post-7191934925365178762</id><published>2009-10-02T23:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T23:27:21.114-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Xylophone with toes!</title><content type='html'>Today I was really bored so I decided to play the xylophone with my toes. Well technically it is not a xylophone it is really the bells but it looks like a giant xylophone. It is really hard to control the mallet with my toes though. I had a hard time keeping grip of it let alone play it. When I tried playing Amazing Grace (which is easy to play when using hands) I realized that never was going to happen. Then I tried playing Hot Cross Buns which I think of as the easiest song to play. I was not even successful at that. In the end I just hit it randomly and it sounded really cool! I was so pleased with myself!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804797872243664431-7191934925365178762?l=anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/feeds/7191934925365178762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804797872243664431&amp;postID=7191934925365178762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/7191934925365178762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/7191934925365178762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/2009/10/xylophone-with-toes.html' title='Xylophone with toes!'/><author><name>Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06339396589474517550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u1qOAouFJC0/Sw9Y3TLPYII/AAAAAAAAADo/Xq768wMdrUA/S220/i00043.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804797872243664431.post-6402312462860488679</id><published>2009-10-01T23:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T23:25:46.099-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Skipping Phones</title><content type='html'>Have you ever gotten so mad at your phone/text/call? Doesn't it make you just want to throw it to the ground? Well today that is what I did. After watching my friend throw her phone across the field I decided to try it out. It was so much fun. It actually got my anger out quite well. What we did was throw it kind of down and sliding so that it would "skip" across the grass. And I am happy to annonce that neither of us broke our phones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804797872243664431-6402312462860488679?l=anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/feeds/6402312462860488679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804797872243664431&amp;postID=6402312462860488679&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/6402312462860488679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/6402312462860488679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/2009/10/skipping-phones.html' title='Skipping Phones'/><author><name>Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06339396589474517550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u1qOAouFJC0/Sw9Y3TLPYII/AAAAAAAAADo/Xq768wMdrUA/S220/i00043.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804797872243664431.post-3050463414500652425</id><published>2009-09-30T22:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T22:31:22.144-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rubber Bands</title><content type='html'>A couple minutes ago I realized that I had been sleeping practically all day and I was not in the mood for doing something new. Then I thought about why I was sleeping. I am trying to keep my mind off the extreme pain in my mouth from two power chains and rubber bands. I have never worn rubber bands in my braces before so that is new. I hate it! It hurts really really really bad. No pain medicine has worked and my whole mouth is sore. It is worse than when I first got my braces. I hope that this means I am almost done with braces since you usually get them towards the end. I have had braces for almost exactly 3 years now so I hope it will be soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804797872243664431-3050463414500652425?l=anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/feeds/3050463414500652425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804797872243664431&amp;postID=3050463414500652425&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/3050463414500652425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/3050463414500652425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/2009/09/rubber-bands.html' title='Rubber Bands'/><author><name>Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06339396589474517550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u1qOAouFJC0/Sw9Y3TLPYII/AAAAAAAAADo/Xq768wMdrUA/S220/i00043.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804797872243664431.post-3015060805613900426</id><published>2009-09-29T22:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T22:05:24.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blow Dry the Shower?</title><content type='html'>Today while I was blow drying my hair I had the great idea of blow drying the shower. I turned the power all the way up and tried really hard to dry it. All the water did was wobble none of it fell from what I could tell. So then I thought maybe it is just becasue it is hot so I turned it on cold and tried blowing it again. That didn't work either. I feel so smart now. FAIL! Oh well I guess failure is part of winning. My engineering teacher is going to be so proud of my problem solving skills! Well even though today is a failure I had so much fun and I hope it will help me choose something a little smarter tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804797872243664431-3015060805613900426?l=anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/feeds/3015060805613900426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804797872243664431&amp;postID=3015060805613900426&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/3015060805613900426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/3015060805613900426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/2009/09/blow-dry-shower.html' title='Blow Dry the Shower?'/><author><name>Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06339396589474517550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u1qOAouFJC0/Sw9Y3TLPYII/AAAAAAAAADo/Xq768wMdrUA/S220/i00043.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804797872243664431.post-3922394419960079471</id><published>2009-09-28T21:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T21:30:21.538-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Melting the Wicked Witch</title><content type='html'>Today in computer class my teacher let us mess around with photoshop just to explore it. When I saw my friend looking up a picture of the wicked witch I was immediately intrigued. She explained that she wanted to melt the wicked witch. She put the picture on photoshop and than put it on the liquify filter and we started to have our fun. You use a little brush and it makes the picture where you press it get distorted. You can choose to make that area bigger or smaller, wavy or twirl it. By using all of the tools we managed to make a pretty messed up witch and she looked very melted. All there is left to do is tap my ruby slippers and say "There is no place like home!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804797872243664431-3922394419960079471?l=anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/feeds/3922394419960079471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804797872243664431&amp;postID=3922394419960079471&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/3922394419960079471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/3922394419960079471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/2009/09/melting-wicked-witch.html' title='Melting the Wicked Witch'/><author><name>Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06339396589474517550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u1qOAouFJC0/Sw9Y3TLPYII/AAAAAAAAADo/Xq768wMdrUA/S220/i00043.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804797872243664431.post-7859203802982417650</id><published>2009-09-27T21:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T21:58:46.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Yearbooks</title><content type='html'>Today I decided to try and find my teacher's pictures in old yearbooks. I knew that one of my teachers graduated in 1970 and that was the main one we were looking for. My friend and I walked over to the historical museum in our town which has a whole bunch of old documents. Lucky for us that they had all the old yearbooks too. I pulled out the one for 1970 and looked through it. After going through it about5 times we realized that she wasn't married in high school and we didn't know her maiden name. So we decided to look for all the people with a name that could be abbreviated to Pat (which is what people know her as) Finally we narrowed it down to two people and picked the one that looked exactly like her. I was surprised how much she looked like herself in the picture. I feel kind of like a stalker now though! It was fun though!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804797872243664431-7859203802982417650?l=anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/feeds/7859203802982417650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804797872243664431&amp;postID=7859203802982417650&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/7859203802982417650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/7859203802982417650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/2009/09/old-yearbooks.html' title='Old Yearbooks'/><author><name>Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06339396589474517550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u1qOAouFJC0/Sw9Y3TLPYII/AAAAAAAAADo/Xq768wMdrUA/S220/i00043.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804797872243664431.post-493000154674095962</id><published>2009-09-27T00:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T00:03:22.813-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baliwood Film!</title><content type='html'>Today when pickikng out a movie at blockbuster we came across Bride and Prejudice. It is a baliwood film! I expected it to be funny but I didn't think it would be very good. I loved it though! I think it is one of my favourite movies now. I didn't think it was any cheesier than any American musical. I loved the dancing. I think that Indian culture is so fascinating. I am going to have to rent some other baliwood movies and see if they are as good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804797872243664431-493000154674095962?l=anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/feeds/493000154674095962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804797872243664431&amp;postID=493000154674095962&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/493000154674095962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/493000154674095962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/2009/09/baliwood-film.html' title='Baliwood Film!'/><author><name>Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06339396589474517550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u1qOAouFJC0/Sw9Y3TLPYII/AAAAAAAAADo/Xq768wMdrUA/S220/i00043.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804797872243664431.post-6131044794974757442</id><published>2009-09-25T23:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T23:19:26.041-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Roasting Doritoes</title><content type='html'>Today at my friends house we had a gaint campfire. It was so much fun! The new thing was to roast doritoes so we got metal tongs and clasped the doritoes over the fire. The first ones we burned our mouthes becasue I didn't thing about it being hot. After we got the hang of it, it was really good. They tasted yummy! Sorry but this is going to have to be short becasue I have to get back to my friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804797872243664431-6131044794974757442?l=anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/feeds/6131044794974757442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804797872243664431&amp;postID=6131044794974757442&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/6131044794974757442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/6131044794974757442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/2009/09/roasting-doritoes.html' title='Roasting Doritoes'/><author><name>Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06339396589474517550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u1qOAouFJC0/Sw9Y3TLPYII/AAAAAAAAADo/Xq768wMdrUA/S220/i00043.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804797872243664431.post-1397910721543228051</id><published>2009-09-24T21:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T21:49:15.569-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pomegranates</title><content type='html'>Today when I was riding my bike home from the library my friend asked me to come along to help her pick pomegranates. I was so confused but I followed her to some random persons house and sure enough they had a pomegranate tree that hung over their fence with tons of them all over the tree. We didn't like the ones that were within reach because they weren't as big or pretty as the ones up high so we made a plan to get the ones up high. I balanced the bike while my friend stood on the seat so she could reach them. It wobbled a couple times but it actually worked. She wasn't able to reach her favourite one but she got one pretty close. I got one from the bottom because I didn't want her to get back up there. It freaked me out so much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804797872243664431-1397910721543228051?l=anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/feeds/1397910721543228051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804797872243664431&amp;postID=1397910721543228051&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/1397910721543228051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/1397910721543228051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/2009/09/pomegranates.html' title='Pomegranates'/><author><name>Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06339396589474517550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u1qOAouFJC0/Sw9Y3TLPYII/AAAAAAAAADo/Xq768wMdrUA/S220/i00043.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804797872243664431.post-2713014496869136885</id><published>2009-09-23T21:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T21:20:40.838-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretzels During Class</title><content type='html'>Today we were presenting on greek gods and goddess in English class and some of the presentations were really boring. I decided to do my new thing while in class. I started snacking on pretzels. You see we are not allowed to eat in that class and I am a rule follower. I know it is not that big a deal but I found it fun finding them and chewing slowly also my teacher wouldn't notice. I think she may have seen me but let it slide. I don't know for sure! If you ever read my blog Sorry Ms. Williams! After the other kids noticed that I was eating pretzels they kept on asking for some so in the end half the class was snacking on pretzels thanks to me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804797872243664431-2713014496869136885?l=anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/feeds/2713014496869136885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804797872243664431&amp;postID=2713014496869136885&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/2713014496869136885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/2713014496869136885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/2009/09/pretzels-during-class.html' title='Pretzels During Class'/><author><name>Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06339396589474517550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u1qOAouFJC0/Sw9Y3TLPYII/AAAAAAAAADo/Xq768wMdrUA/S220/i00043.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804797872243664431.post-6056951629045894803</id><published>2009-09-22T23:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T23:56:18.872-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life is Average</title><content type='html'>Today I wrote a MLIA on mylifeisaverage.com I love the site for awhile now! It is so funny if you haven't heard of it before you should check it out. You can write little stories. I wrote one and submitted it. I don't know if it will go through since I didn't see it ton the page. Oh well it is the experience that counts. I hope that they subit it though becasue I want to be part of that site. It would just make me feel special! :P That is pretty much it for today not that intersting. It would be nice to get some ideas are cool new things to do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804797872243664431-6056951629045894803?l=anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/feeds/6056951629045894803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804797872243664431&amp;postID=6056951629045894803&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/6056951629045894803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/6056951629045894803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-life-is-average.html' title='My Life is Average'/><author><name>Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06339396589474517550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u1qOAouFJC0/Sw9Y3TLPYII/AAAAAAAAADo/Xq768wMdrUA/S220/i00043.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804797872243664431.post-198019047692524280</id><published>2009-09-21T23:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T23:15:28.685-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wearing a shirt as pants?</title><content type='html'>Today I thought it would be a great idea to dress with a shirt as pants and pants as a shirt. It didn't turn out to be a great idea! First of all I had to get throught the obstacle of actually covering my body the pants don't rally cover any of your torso. The shirt obviously has a giant hole in the bottom. By the time I had everything covered up I looked totally ridiculous, I was staing my self in the mirror and even thought I was going a little ever board. I do pretty weird stuff all the time but this was too weird for me! Since I didn't really do what I intended to I will also tell you about leading a 4-H meeting. I am the vice president of my 4-h club but I have never really had to do something important during the meetings today I got to lead it. I thought it was kind of boring and less than I expected. I guess I just did two boring new things today! Does that mean it added up into something interesting?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804797872243664431-198019047692524280?l=anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/feeds/198019047692524280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804797872243664431&amp;postID=198019047692524280&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/198019047692524280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804797872243664431/posts/default/198019047692524280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewdayanewthing.blogspot.com/2009/09/wearing-shirt-as-pants.html' title='Wearing a shirt as pants?'/><author><name>Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06339396589474517550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u1qOAouFJC0/Sw9Y3TLPYII/AAAAAAAAADo/Xq768wMdrUA/S220/i00043.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
